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J-  T  is  acknowledged  by  the  beji  Judges  of 
the  Sacred  Text*  that  the  Book  of  Pfalms, 
in  its  original  Drefs,  is  a  Collection  of  the 
moft  elevated  and  fublime  Compo/itions  that 
are  to  be  found  in  any  La?iguage ;  and  it 
has  been  often  lamented,  that  fo  much  of  the 
Piety,  Dignity,  and  Poetic  Excellence  of 
the  Original,  has  been  lojl  in  all  the  At' 
tempts  that  have  been  yet  made,  to  give  us 
a  literal  Tranfation  of  it  in  Englifo  Verfe. 
JK^^hrijlians  have  alfo  nvi/bed  to  fee 
the  Suhftance  of  this  excellent  Colleclion, 
cloathed^p  Language  more  adapted  to  the 
> ij "cover ies  of  the  Gofpel,  and  the 
the  Chriftian  IVorfhip  ;  that 
"be  fung  with  Underfanding  and 
Devotion,  +nd  thereby  contribute  to  the 
Elevation  olid  Improvement  of  the  Chriflian 
Temper.  This  has  been  happily  executed 
by  the  let/fifed  and  pious  Dr.  Watts — and 
the  P filnt^  which  he  omitted,  have  been 
ytled  by  Mr,  Barlow,  nearly  in  the  fame 
Irit  and  Style  ;  and  all  local  References^ 
nvhich  were  found  in  Z)/\  Watts'/  Imitation^ 
have  been  carefully  altered,  fo  as  to  render 
the  Comprfition  better  adapted  to  the  Cir- 
cumflances  in  every  Country. 


A  TABLE  to  find  anyPSAJLM 
by  the  firft  Line. 

A  Page 

AL  L  ye  that  love  the  Lord  rejoice  303 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  fkies  39 

Awake,  my  foul,  to  found  his  praife  224 
Along  the  banks  where  Babel's  current  flows     279 

Amidft  thy  wrath,  remember,  love  92 

Among  th'  affemblies  of  the  great  170 

Among  the  princes,  earthly  gods  176 

And  will  the  God  of  grace  170 

Are  all  the  foes  of  Sion  fools  123 

Are  Tinners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown  47 

Arife,  my  gracious  God  c2 

Awake,  ye  faints,    to  praife  your  King  274 

Almighty  God,  appearand  fave  .0 

B 
Behold  the  lofty  fky    .  *        57 

Behold  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love  86 

Behold  the  morning  fun  eg 

Behold  the  fure  foundation-Hone  238 

Behold  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord  24^ 

Behold  us.  Lord,  and  let  our  cry  12  , 

Behold,  O  God,  what  cruel  foes  167 

Beiore  Jehovah's  awful  throne  2co 

Blefs,   O  my  foul,  the  living  God  208 

Bleft  are  ihe  fons  of  peace  271 

Bleft  are  the  fouls  who  hear  and  know  j7o 

Bleft  are  the  undefiJ'd  in  heart  241 

Bleft  is  the  man,  for  ever  bleft  7Q 

Bleft  is  the  man  whofe  breaft  can  move  cS 

Bleft  is  the  man  who  fhuns  the  place  25 

Bleft  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord  81 . 

C 

Children  in  years  and  knowledge  yciu:°-  84. 

Come,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lcrd°  86 

Come  let  our  voices  join  to  raife  jqfj 

Come  found  his  praife  abroad  jq- 

ConGdei  ail  my  furrows,  Lord  252 
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D  l3J>>,e 

David  rejoic'd  in  God  his  ftrength  63 

Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record  148 

E 

Early,  my  God,  without  delay  132 

Exalt  the  Lord  our  God  20a 

F 

Far  as  thy  name  is  known  IC8 

Father,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  255 

Father,  I  fing  thy  wond'rous  grace  147 

Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they  262 

Firm  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright  76 

Fools  in  their  hearts  believe  and  fay  46 

For  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord  289 

For  ever  fhall  my  fong  record  *  7 8 

From  age  to  age  exalt  his  name  220 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  fkies  237 

From  de*p  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts  268 

From  foes  that  round  us  rife  129 

G 

Give  thanks  to  God,-  he  reigns  above  219 

Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke,  his  name  215 

Give  thanks  to  God  moft  high  276 

Give  thanks  to  God  the  fov'reign  Lord  275 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  praife  278 

Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame  75 

God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays  1/7 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints  i°5 

God  my  fupporter  and  my  hope  ^55 

Gad  of  eternal  love  218 

God  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth  151 

God  of  my  life  look,  gently  down  95 

God  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife  2*4 

Good  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King  139 

Great  God,  attend  while  Sion  fings  172 

Great  God,  attend  to  my  complaint  135 

Great  God,  how  oft  did  Ifrael  p-ove  166 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim  133 
Great  God,  the  heavens  well  order'd  frame         00 

Great  God,  whole  univerfal  fway  15* 


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Great  is  the  Lord,  his  works  of  might  228 

Great  is  the  Lord  cur  God  l    ' 

Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Krael  »D7 

H 
Had  not  the  God  of  truth  and  love 
Happy  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord 
Happy  the  city  where  their  fons 
Happy  the  man  whofe  cautious  feet 
Hear  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face 
Hear  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid 
Help.  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fad 
He  reigns;  the  Loid,  the  Saviour  reigns 
He  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God 
High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God 
How  bleft  the  man  to  whom  his  God 
How  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  rod 
How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face 
How  did°my  heart  rejoice  to  hear_ 
How  fait  their  guilt  and  forrows  rife 
How  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair 
How  pleaTant  'tis  to  fee 
How  pleas'ci  and  bleft  was  I 
How  fhall  the  young  fccure  their  hearts 

Jehovah  reigns ;  he  dwells  in  light 
Jefus  fhall  reign  where'er  the  fun 
Jefus  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne 
Judge  me,  O  God.   and  plead  my  caufe 
jov  to  the  world;  the  Lord  is  come 
Judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways 
Judges  who  rule  the  world  by  laws 
Juft  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word 
If  G(^d  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft 
If  God  to  build  a  houfe  d-jny 
I  lift  my  foul  to  God 
I'll  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day 
I'll  pra;fe  ray  Maker  with  ray  breadi 
I'll  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King 
I  love  the  Lord;  he  heard  my  cries 
In  all  my  vjft  concerns  with  thee 
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in  anger,  Lord,  do  not  chaftife  34 

In  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife  304 

In  Judah,  God  of  old  was  known  160 

In  hafte,  O  God,  attend  my  call  149 

Jn  thee,  Great  God,  with  fongs  of  praife  62 

I  fet  the  Lord  before  my  face  u 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart  268 

It  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hind  207 

I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord  06 

I  will  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high  75 

Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife  197 

Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join  246 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds  163 

Let  ev'ry  creature  join  301 

Let  every  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak  292 

Let  God  arife  in  all  his  might  1 42 

Let  finners  take  their  courfe  1 2  5 

Let  Sion  in  her  King  rejoice  106 

Let  Sion  and  her  fons  rejoice  206 

Let  Sion  praife  the  mighty  God  296 

Let  earth,  with  ev'ry  ifle  and  fea  200 

Long  as  I  live  I'll  blefs  thy  name  2go 

Lord,  I  am  thine  :  but  thou  wilt  prove  ca 

lord,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin  1x9 

Lord,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes  35 

Lord,  I  efteem  thy  judgments  right  236 

Lord,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults  185 

Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice  247 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  fhak  hear  00 

Lord,   I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days  83 

Lord,  I  would  fpiead  my  fore  diftrefs  121 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above  1 74 

Lord,  thou  haft  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind  1 75 

Lord,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry  238 

Lord,  thou  haft  fcourg'd  our  guilty  land  I30 

Lord,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro'  281* 

Lord,  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  fincere  54 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  33 

Lord,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  (laud  ago 


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Lord,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old  101 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece  187 

Lord,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I  I56 

Lord,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man  290 

Lord,  what  was  man  when  made  at  firft  39 

Lord,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er  286 

Lord,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high  143 

Loud  Hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  3°° 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  Corner-Stone  240 

Lo,  what  an  entertaining  fight  270 

M 

Maker  and  fov'reign  Lord  27 

Mercy  and  judgment  are  my  fong  203 

Mine  eyes  and  my  defire  71 

My  God,  accept  my  early  vows  287 

My  God,  coniider  my  diftrefs  250 

My  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  3° 

My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings  127 

My  God,   my  everlaftmg  hope  150 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife  290 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue  134 

My  God,  the  fteps  of  pious  men  92 

My  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel  283 

My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name  77 

My  never  ceafing  fong  fhall  fhow  179 

My  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  43 

My  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God  288 

My  Saviour  and  my  King  102 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend  151 

My  fhepherd  is  the  living  Lord  66 

My  fhepherd  will  fupply  my  need  67 

My  foul,   how  lovely  is  the  place  172 

My  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  duft  253 

My  foul  repeat  his  praife  210 

My  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone  131 

My  foul  thy  great  Creator  praife  212 

My  f&rit  finks  within  me,  Lord  99 

My  truft  is  in  my  heavenly  friend  36 

N 

No  fleep  nor  flumber  to  his  eyes  269 
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Page 
Not  to  our  names,  thou  only  Juft  and  True         234 

Not  to  owrfrlves  who  are  but  duft  233 

Now  be  my  heart  infpir'd  to  fing  104 

Now  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage  65 

Now  I'm  convinced  the  Lord  is  kind  I55 

Now  let  our  lips  with  holy  fear  I46 

Now  let  our  mournful  fongj.  record  65 

Now  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace  61 

Now  fhall  my  lolemu  vows  be  paid  141 

O 

O  all  ye  nations  praife  the  Lord  236 

O  bleffed  fouls  are  they  78 

Oh  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul  210 

Of  juftice  and  of  grace  I  fmg  204 

O  for  a  fhout  of  facred  joy  107 

O  God  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries  1  24 

O  God  of  grace  and  righteoufnefs  32 

O  God  of  mercy  hear  my  call  121 

O  God  to  whom  revenge  belongs  193 

O  happy  man,  whofe  foul  is  fill'd  265 

Oh  happy  nation  where  the  Lord  83 

O  how  1  love  thy  holy  law  245 

O  Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes  31 

O  Lord  our  heavenly  King  37 

O  Lord  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great  38 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways  249 

O  that  thy  ftatutes  ev'ry  hour  252 

O  thou  that  hear'ft  when  finners  ery  120 

O  thou  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign  260 

O  thou  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high  1  26 

O  God  of  my  falvation,  hear  177 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft  18  j. 

Out  of  the  drcps  of  long  diftrefs  267 

O  what  a  fhff  rebellious  houfe  164 

P 

Praife  waits  in  Sion,  Lord,  for  thee  338 

Praife  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name  272 

Piaife  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  fhall  join  293 

Piaife  ye  the  Lord,  'tis  good  to  raife  295 

Preferve  me  Lord,  in  time  of  need  49 


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Protett  us,  Lord,  from  fatal  harm 


R 


Pa*t 
285 


Rejoice  ye  righteous  in  the  Lord  8:> 

Remember  Lord,  our  mortal  fta'.e  182 

Return,  O  God  of  love,  return  180 

S 
Salvation  is  for  ever  nigh 
Save  me,  O  God,  the  fwelling  floods 
Save  me,  O  Lord,   from  cv'ry  foe 
See  what  a  living  ftone 
Show  pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord  forgive 
Shine,  mighty  God,  on  Sion  fhine 
Sing  all  ye  nations  to  the  Lord 
Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud 
Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name 
Sing  to  the  Lord  ye  diftant  lands 
Songs  of  immortal  praife  belong 
Soon  as  I  heard  my  father  fay 
Sure  there's  a  righteous  God 
Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace 
Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King 

Teach  me  the  meafure  of  my  days 

Th*  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 

That  man  is  bleft  who  Qands  in  awe 

The  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's 

Thee  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  ftrength 

The  God  Jehovah  reigns 

The  God  of  glory  fends  hisfummons  forth 

The  God  of  our  falvation  hears 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord 

The  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face 

The  Lord  appears  my  helper  now 

The  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns 

The  Lord  is  come:  the  heavens  proclaim 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light 

The  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high 

The  Lord  the  Judge  before  his  throne 

Ar 


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1  he  Lord  the  Judge  his  churches  warns  1 13 

The  Lord  the  fovcrcign  king  211 
The  Lord  the  fovereign  fends  his  fummons  forth  114 

The  man  is  ever  bleil  26 

The  praife  of  Sion  waits  for  thee  136 

The  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought  97 

Think,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man  183 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  239 

This  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's  69 

Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  243 

Thou  God  of  Jove,  thou  ever  bleft  255 

Thro'  every  age,  eternal  God  183 

Thrice  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord  229 

Thus  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord  94 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  the  fpacious  fields  1 1  2 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  your  work  is  vain  96 

Thus  God  the  eternal  Father  fpake  225 

Thus  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea  226 

SThymcicies  fill  the  earthj  O  Lord  247 

Thy  name  Almighty  Lord  237 

Thy  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord  222 

'Tis  bythyftrength  the  mountains  ftand  139 

To  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice  161 

To  God  I  made  my  forrows  known  287 

To  God  the  great,  the  ever  bleft  £18 

To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes  257 

To  thee  O  God  of  truth  and  love  76 

To  thee,  O  Lord,  I  raife  my  cries  74 

To  our  almighty  Maker  God  200 

To  thee  before  the  dawning  light  242 

To  thee,  molt  high,  and  holy  God  159 

To  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe  56 

RBwas  for  our  fake,  eternal  God  149 

►Twes from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came  282 

'Tv.  as  in  the  watches  of  the  night  233 

V 

Vain  man  on  foolim  pleafuies  bent  220 

Ur  fhaken  as  the  facred  hill  26? 

Up  from  mv  youth  may  Ifr'el  fay  266 

Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes  256 


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Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes  258 

W 

We  blcfs  the  Lord,  the  juft,  the  good  1 44 

We  love  thee,   Lord,  and  we  adore  .55 

What  fhall  I  render  to  my  God  236 

When  Chrifl  to  judgment  fhall  defcend  1 1 3 

When  God  is  nigh  my  faith  is  ftrong  ,5? 

When  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes  r>  2  3 

When  God  reftor'd  our  captive  lla'e  «*5j 

When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name  ibid 

When  Ifrael,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand  23 % 

When  Ifrael  finned,   the  Lord  reprov'd  165 

When  I  with  pleafmg  wonder  ftand  285 

When  man  grows  bold  in  fin  89 

When  overwhelm'd  with  grief  131 

When  pain  and  anguifh  feiz'd  me,  Lord  254. 

When  the  great  Judge  fupreme  and  juft  141 

Where  fhall  the  man  be  found  71 

Where  fhall  we  go  to  feek  and  find  269 

While  I  keep  filence  and  conceal  8<» 

While  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways  88 

Who  fhall  afcend  thyheaven'ly  place  48 

Who  fhall  inhabit  in  thy  hill  47 

Who  will  arife  and  plead  my  right  194 

Why  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  29 

Why  did  the  nations  join  to  flay  28 

Why  fhould  the  mighty  make  their  boaft  122 

Why  fhould  the  haughty  hero  boaft  ibid 

Why  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor  ill 

Why  doth  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft  91 

Why  doth  the  Lord  depart  fo  far  42 

Why  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow  109 

Why  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook  63 

Why  fhould  I  vex  my  foul  and  fret  90 

Will  God  for  ever  caft  us  off  i58 

With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue  280 

With  earneft  longings  of  the  mind  go 

With  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong  40 

With  my  v/hole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face  £5 1 

With  reverence  let  the  faints  appear  170 


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With  Jongs  and  honours  founding  loud  207 

Would  you  behold  the  works  of  God  221 

Y 

Ye  holy  fens  in  God  rejoice  82 

Ye  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice  202 

Ye  fervants  of  th'  almighty  King  231 

men,  a  feeble  race  189 

of  pride  that  hate  the  juft  no 

11  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord  231 

It  that  obey  th'  immortal  King  272 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam  join  298 

Yet  faith  the  Lord,  if  David's  race  181 


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IMITATION 

OF       THE 

PSALMS     of     DAVID, 

PSALM     1 .     Common  Metre. 
The  Way  and  End  of  the  Righteous  and  the  Wkkid. 

1  T)  LEST  is  the  man  who  fhuns  the  place 

Jf     Where  finners  love  to  meet ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hares  the  fcoffer's  feat: 

2  But  in  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord 
Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight; 

By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 
And  meditates  by  night. 

3  [He  like  a  plant  of  gen'rous  kind> 
By  living  waters  fet, 

Safe  from  the  florms  and  blading  wind, 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  ftate.] 

4  Green  as  the  leaf  and  ever  fair, 
Shall  his  profeflion  fhine, 

While  fruit  of  holinefs  appear 
Like  clufters  on  the  vine. 

5  Not  fo  the  impious  and  unjuft; 
What  vain  defigns  they  form  ! 

Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  duft. 
Or  chaff'  before  the  florm. 

6  Sinners  in  judgment  fhall  not  fiand 
Among  the  fons  of  grace, 

When  Christ  the  judge  at  his  right  hand 
Appo  ints  his  faints  a  place, 


2S  .  PSALM      I. 

7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread  : 

His  he  art  approves  it  well  • 

But  croo  ked  ways  of  Pinners 'lead 

Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

PSALM     j.    Short  Metre. 
The  Saint  happy,  the  Sinner  miferalle. 
t   rp  H  E  man  is  ever  bleft, 

X       Who  fhuns  the  Tinners  ways, 
Among  their  counfels  never  ftands, 
Nor  takes  the  fcorncr's  place  : 
2  But  makes  the  law  of  God 
His  ftudy  and  delight, 
Amidft  the  labours  of  the  day, 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He  like  a  tree  fhall  thrive, 

With  waters  near  the  root ; 
Frefh  as  the  leaf  his  name  fhall  live; 
His  works  are  heav'nly  fruit. 

4  Not  fo  the  ungodly  race, 

They  no  fuch  bleffings  find ; 
Their  hopes  fhall  flee,  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  ftand 

Before  that  judgment-feat, 
Where  all  the  faints  at  Chr  ist's  right  hand 
In  full  affembly  meet? 

6  He  knows,  and  he  approves 

The  way  the  righteous  go  ; 
But  finners  and  their  works  fhall  meet 
A  dreadful  overthrow. 

PSALM     i.     Long  Metre. 
The  Difference  between  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked, 
i    TTAPPY  the  man  whofe  cautious  feet 
JJL  Shun  the  broad  way  that  finners  go, 
Who  hates  the  place  where  atheifts  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk  as  fcoffers  do. 


P  S  A  L  M      II.  27 

B  He  loves  t'  employ  his  morning-light 
Araongft  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  fpends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night 
With  pleafure  pond'ring  o'er  the  word. 

5  He  like  a  plant  by  gentle  ftreams 
Shall  fiourifh  in  immortal  green  : 
And  heaven  will  fhine  with  kindeft  beams 
On  every  work  his  hands  begin. 

4  But  finners  find  their  counfels  crofs'd  ; 
As  chaff  befoie  the  tempeft  flies; 

So  fhall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  loft, 
When  the  laft  trumpet  fhakes  the  fkies. 

5  In  vain  the  rebel  feeks  to  ftand 
In  judgment  with  the  pious  race; 

The  dreadful  Judge  with  ftern  command 
Divides  him  to  a  different  place. 

6  "  Strait  is  the  way  my  faints  have  trod, 
"  I  blefs  the  path,  and  drew  it  plain  ; 

"  But  you  would  choofe  the  crooked  road; 
"  And  down  it  leads  to  endlefs  pain." 

PSALM     2.     Short  Metre. 

Tranflated  according  to  the  Divine  Pattern, 

Ails  iv.  24,   £?c. 

Chrift  Dying,  Rifing,  Interceding,  and  Reigning. 

1  r~\  TAKER  and  fovereign  Lord 
L_lVJl     Of  heaven  and  earth  and  fea?, 
Thy  providence  confirms  thy  woid, 

And  anfwers  thy  decrees. 

2  The  things  fo  long  foretold 

By  David  are  fulfili'd; 
When  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  to  flay 
Jtfus,   thine  holy  Child.] 

3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 

And  Jews  with  one  accord 

Join  all  their  councils  to  deftroy 

Th'  Anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 


*8  P  3  A  L  M     II. 

4  Rulers  and  Kings  agree 

To  form  a  vain  ddign ; 
Againft  the  Lord  their  powers  unite, 
Againft  his  Chrift  they  join. 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 

And  will  fupport  his  throne; 
He  that  hath  rais'd  him  from  the  dead, 
Hath  own'd  him  for  his  fon. 

Pause. 

6  Now  he's  afcended  high, 

To  rule  the  lubjecl:  earth  ; 
The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads, 
And  pleads  his  heavenly  birth. 

7  Beneath  his  fovereign  fway 

The  Gentile  nations  bend ; 
Far  as  the  world's  remoteft  bounds, 
His  kingdom  fhall  extend. 

g  The  nations  that  rebel, 
Mult  feel  his  iron  rod  ; 
He'll  vindicate  thofe  honours  well 
Which  he  receiv'd  from  God. 
g  [Be  wife,  ye  rulers,  now, 

And  worfhip  at  his  throne  ; 
With  trembling  joy,  ye  people  bow, 
To  God's  exalted  Son. 

10  If  once  his  wrath  arife, 
Ye  perifh  on  the  place; 
Then  bleffed  is  the  foul  that  flies 
For  refuge  to  his  grace.] 

PSALM     2.     Common  Metre. 

i   TT7HY  did  the  nations  join  to  flay 
V  V       The  Lord's  anointed  Son  ? 
Why  did  they  caft  his  laws  away, 
And  tread  his  gofpel  down  ? 


P  S  A  L  M      H.  29 

2  The  Lord  that  fits  above  the  fkies, 

Dei  ides  their  rage  below. 
He  fpeaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes, 
And  ftrikes  their  fpirits  through. 

3  "  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

"  And  raife  him  from  the  dead  ! 
•«  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
11  And  wide  his  kingdom  fpread. 

4  "  Afk  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 

11  The  utmoft  heathen  lands  ; 
"  Thy  rod  of  iron  fhall  deftroy 
*'  The  rebel  that  withftands." 

5  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 

Obey  th'  anointed  Lord, 
Adore  the  King  of  heavenly  birth, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With  humble  love  addrefs  his  throne, 

For  if  he  frown,  ye  die  : 
Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alone 
Who  ou  his  grace  rely. 

PSALM     2.     Long  Metre. 
Chrift's  Death,  Refurreftien,  and  Jfcenfion. 

x  "\T7HY  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  ? 
VV       The  Romans  why  their  fwords  employ  ? 
Agamft  the  Lord  their  power  engage, 
His  dear  Anointed  to  deftroy  ! 

2  "  Come  let  us  break  his  bands,  they  fay, 
"  This  mm  fhall  never  give  us  laws  ;" 
And  thus  they  cafl  his  yoke  away, 
And  nail'd  the  Monarch  to  the  crofs. 

3  But  God,  who  high  in  Glory  reigns, 
Laughs  ai  their  pride,  their  lage  controuls  : 
He'll  finite  their  hearts  with  inward  pains, 
And  fpeak  in  thunder  to  their  fouls. 


So  PSALM      III. 

4  "  I  will  maintain  the  king  I  made 
"  On  Zion's  everlafting  hill, 

"  My  hand  (hall  bring  him  from  the  dead, 
"  And  he  fhall  (land  your  fovcreign  ftill." 

5  [His  wondrous  rifing  from  the  earth 
Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known; 
The  Lord  declares  his  heavenly  birth  : 
"  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Son, 

6  "  Afcend,  my  Son,  to  my  right-hand 
11  There  thou  fhalt  aflc,  and  I  bellow 
"  The  utrnoft  bounds  of  heathen  lands ; 

11  To  thee  their  fuppliant  tribes  (hall  bow."] 

7  But  nations  that  refill  his  grace 
Shall  fall  beneath  his  lifted  rod  ; 
His  arm  fhall  crufh  the  impious  race, 
That  dare  provoke  th'  avenging  God. 

Pause. 

8  Now  ye  that  fit  on  earthly  thrones, 

Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord,  the  Lamb  ; 
Now  to  his  feet  fubmit  your  crowns, 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 

9  With  humble  loveaddrefs  the  Son, 
Left  he  grow  angry ,  and  ye  die, 

His  wrath  will  burn  to  worlds  unknown, 
His  love  gives  life  above  the  fky. 

10  His  (forms  fhall  quell  the  ftubborn  foe, 
And  fink  his  honours  in  the  duft  : 
Happy  the  faCuls,  their  God  that  know, 
And  make  his  grace  their  only  truft. 

PSALM     3.     Common  Metre. 
Doubts  and  Fears  fupprejfed\  or,  God  our  Defence 

from  Sin  and  Satan. 
I   TV  yT  Y  God  how  many  are  my  fears  ? 

1VJL     How  faft  my  foes  increafe  ? 
Confpiring  my  eternal  death, 
They  break  my  prefent  peace. 


PSALM      in.  j 

2  The  lying  tempter  would  perfuade 

There's  no  relief  in  heaven, 

And  all  my  growing  fins  appear 

Too  great  to  be  forgiven. 

3  But  thou,  my  glory,  and  my  ftrength, 

Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread, 
Shalt  filence  all  my  threat'mng  guilt, 
And  raife  my  drooping  head? 

4  [1  cry'd,  and  from  the  holy  hill 

He  bow'd  a  liftcning  ear  : 
Icall'd  my  Father  and°my  God, 
And  he  iubdu'd  my  fear. 

g  He  {Tied  foft  {lumbers  on  mine  eyes, 
In  fpite  of  all  my  foes  ; 
I  woke  and  wonder'd  at  the  grace 
That  guarded  my  repofe.] 

6  What  tho'  thehofts  of  death  and  hell 

All  arm'd  againft  me  ftood  : 
Terrors  no  more  fhali  fhake  my  foul ; 
My  refuge  is  my  God. 

7  Arife,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  Grace, 

While  I  thy  glory  fing  ; 
My  God  has  broke  the  ferpent's  teeth, 
And  death  has  loft  his  fting. 

8  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 

His  arm  alone  can  fave  ; 
Bleflings  attend  thy  people  here, 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM   3.  Ver.  i,  2,  3,  4,  5,  8.  Long  Metre. 

A  Morning  Pfalm. 

1    (~\  Lord,   how  many  are  my  foes, 

KJ  In  this  weak  ftate  of  flefh  and  blood  ? 
My  peace  they  daily  difcompofe, 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 


3a  P  S  A  L  M      IV. 

2  Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 
To  thee  I  rais'd  an  evening  cry  ; 
Thou  heardft  when  I  began  to  pray, 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh,    i 

3  Supported  by  thins  heavenly  aid 
I  laid  me  down  and  flept  fecure, 

Not  death  fhould  make  my  heart  afraid, 
Though  1  fhould  wake  and  rife  no  more. 

4  But  God  fuftain  d  me  all  the  night  ; 
Sdvation  doth  to  God  belong  : 

He  rais'd  my  head  to  fee  the  light, 
And  makes  my  praife  his  morning  fong. 

PSALM    4.  Ver-  1,  a,  3,  4,  6,  7.  LongJMetre. 

Hearing  of  Prayer ;  or  God  our  Po:tion,  and  Chrift 
cur  Hope. 

1   f\  God  of  grace  and  righteoufnefs, 
W  Hear  and  attend  when  1  complain  : 
Thou  haft  enlarg'd  me  in  diftrefs, 
Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

c  Ye  fons  of  men  in  vain  ye  try 
To  turn  my  glory  into  fhame; 
How  long  will  fcorFers  love  %o  lie, 
And  dare  approach  my  Saviour's  name  ? 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  faints 
From  all  the  tribes  of  men  befide; 
He  hears  and  pities  their  complaints, 
For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift  that  died, 

4  When  our  obedient  hands  have  done 
A  thoufand  works  of  righteoufnefs, 
We  put  our  truft  in  God  alone, 
And  glory  in  his  pard'uing  grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay, 

"  Who  will  bejlewjbmc  earthly  good  ?" 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray; 
Our  fouls  defirethis  heavenly  food. 


PSALM      V.  33 

6  Then  mail  my  cheerful  powers  rejoice 
At  grace  divine,  and  love  fo  great; 
Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice 
For  all  their  wealth  and  boafted  ftate. 

PSALM  4.   Vcr.  3,  4,  5,  8.    Common  Metre. 
An  Evening  Hymn. 

1  T    ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  ; 
1  j  I  am  for  ever  thine  : 

I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  fin. 

2  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  bufmefs  free, 

'Tis  fweet  converting  on  my  bed, 

With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  facrifice; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus  with  my  thoughts  compos'd  to  peace, 

I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  fleep  : 
Thy  hand  in  fafety  keeps  my  days,  „ 
And  will  my  {lumbers  keep. 

PSALM     5.     Common  Metre. 
For  the  Lord's  Day  Morning. 

1  T    ORD,  in  the  morning  thou  fhalt  hear 
l^jt     My  voice  afcending  high  ; 

To  thee  will  I  dircft  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Chrift  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  faints, 
Prefenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  fongs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whofe  fight 

The  wicked  fhall  not  ftand; 

Sinners  thai!  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 


34  P  S  A  L   M      VI. 

4  But  to  thy  houfe  will  I  refort, 
To  tafte  thy  mercies  there; 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
-And  worfhip  in  thy  fear. 
g  O  may  thy  fpirit  guide  my  feet, 
In  ways  of  righteoufnefs, 
Make  every  path  of  duty  ftrait, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

Pause. 

6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 

To  tempt  my  feet  aftray  ; 
They  flatter  with  a  bafe  defign, 
To  make  my  foul  their  prey. 

7  Lord,  crufh  the  ferpentin  the  duft, 

And  all  his  plots  deftroy  : 
While  thofe  that  in  thy  mercy  truft, 
For  ever  fhout  for  joy. 

8  The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name, 

Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulfili'd  ; 
The  mighty  God  willcompafs  them 
With  favour  as  a  fhield. 

PSALM  6.    Common  Metre. 

Complaint  in  Skknefs  ;  or,  Difeafes  healed. 

1  7N  anger,  Lord,  do  not  chaftife, 
X   Withdiaw  the  dreadful  ftoim  ; 
Nor  let  thine  awful  wrath  arife 

Againft  a  feeble  worm. 

2  My  foul  bow'd  down  with  heavy  cares, 

My  flefh  with  pain  opprefa'd; 
My  couch  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
My  tears  forbid  my  reft. 

3  Sorrow  and  grief  wear  out  my  days; 

I  wafte  the  night  with  cries, 
And  count  the  minutes  as  they  pafs, 
'Till  the  flow  morning  rife. 


PSALM    VI. 

4  Shall  I  be  ftill  tormented  more  ? 
My  eyes  confum'd  with  grief; 
How  Jong,  my  God,  how  long,  before 
Thine  hand  afford  relief? 

5  He  hears  his  mourning  children  fpeak, 

He  pities  all  our  groans ; 
And  faves  us  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
And  heals  our  broken  bones. 

6  The  virtue  of  his  fovereign  word, 

Reftorts  our  fainting  breath  ; 
Tor  filent  graves  praife  not  the  Lord, 
Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 

PSALM    6.     Long  Metre. 

Temptations  in  Sicknefs  overcome. 

1  T    O  R  D,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes, 

X^t  When  thou  with  kindnefs  doft  chaftife 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
O  let  it  not  againft  me  rife ! 

2  Pity  my  languifhing  eftate, 

And  eafe  the  forrows   that  I  feel; 

The  wounds  thine  heavy  hand  hath  made, 

0  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal ! 

3  See  how  in  fighs  I  pafs  my  days, 
And  wafte  in  groans  the  weary  night: 
My  bed  is  waier'd  with  my  tears  ; 

My  grief  confumes,  and  dims  my  fight. 

Look  bow  the  powers  of  nature  mourn ! 
How  long,  Almighty  God,  how  long  ?  ' 
When  fhall  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 
When  fhall  I  make  thy  grace  my  fong  ? 

1  feel  my  flefh  fo  near  the  grave, 
My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair : 
But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord, 
for  aJl  is  dull  and  ulence  there, 


35 


36  psalm  vrr. 

6  Depart,  ye  tempters,  fiom  mv  foul, 
And  all  defpaiiing  thoughts  depart ; 
My  God.  who  hears  rny  humble  moan, 
Will  eafe  my  flcfh  and  cheer  my  heart. 

PSALM    7.      Common  Metre. 
God's  Care  of  his  People,  and  Punifhment  of  Perfauttffi* 
1  TV  /I  Y  truft  is  in  my  heavenly  Friend, 
i.VX   My  hope  in  thee,  my  God  : 
Rife  and  my  helplefs  life  defend, 
Fiom  thofe  that  feek  my  blood. 

'ft  With  infolencc  and  fury  they 
My  foul  to  pieces  tear, 
As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey, 
When  no  deliverer's  near. 

3  If  e'er  my  pride  provok'd  them  rirfr, 

Or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 
Then  let  them  tread  my  life  to   duft, 
And  lay  my  honour  low. 

4  If  there  be  malice  found  in  me, 

I  know  thy  piercing  eyes  ; 
I  fhould  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
Nor  afk  my  God  to  rife. 

5  Arife,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand, 

Their  pride  and  pow'r  controul; 
Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
Deliv'rance  tor  my  foul. 

Pause. 

6  Let  finners  and  their  wicked  :age 

Be  humbled  to  the  duft  : 
Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 
To  vindicate  the  juft  ? 

7  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins, 

He   will  defend  th'  upright  : 
His  fharpeft  arrows  he  ordains 
Agaiaft  the  fons  of  fpite. 


PSALM     VIII.  57 

8  Tho'  leagu'd  in  guile  their  malice  fpread, 

A  fnare  before  my  way; 
Their  mischiefs  on  their  impious  head, 
His  vengeance  fhall  repay. 

9  That  cruel   perfecuting  race 

Mufl  feel  his  dreadful  fword; 
Awake  my  foul,  and  praife  the  grace 
And  juftice  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM    8.    Short  Metre. 

God's  Sovereignty  and  Goodnefs;  and  Man's  Domimon 
over  the  Creatures. 

1  {^\  LORD'  our  heav'nly  King, 
V^/   Thy  name  is  all  divine; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  fhine. 
a  When  to  thy  works  on  high 
I  raife  my  wond'ring  eyes, 
And  fee  the  moon,  complete  in  light, 
Adorn  the  darkfome  fkies. 

3  When  I  furveythe  ftars 

And  all  their  fhining  forms, 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthlefs  thing, 
A-kin  to  dull  and  worms  ? 

4  Lord,  what  is  worthlefs  man, 

That  thou  fhould'ft  love  him  fo  ? 
Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  plac'd, 
Aud  lord  of  all  below. 

$  Thine  honours  crown  his  head, 
While  beafts  like  flaves  obey; 
And  birds  that  cut  the  air  with  wings, 
And  fifh  that  cleave  the  fea. 

6  How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 

And  wond'rous  are  thy  ways  ; 
Of  dull  and  worms  thy  power  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praife. 
B 


33  PSALM     Vlir. 

7  [From  mouths  of  feeble  babes 

And  fucklings,  thou  canft  draw 
Surprifing  honours  to  thy  name  ! 
And  (trike  the"  world  wiih  awe. 

8  O  Lord,  our  heav'r.ly  King, 

Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  fhine.] 
PSALM     8.       Common  Metre* 
Chiift'sCondefcenjion andGlorification;  or, GodmadeMan. 

1  f\  LORD,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 
\J   Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 

The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  flate 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

2  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 

The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 

And  mining  ftars  that  grace  the  iky, 

Thofe  moving  worlds  of  light. 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 

Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 
That  thou  fhould'ft  vifit  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  fo  ? 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  fhould  bear 

To  take  a  mortal  form, 

Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 

To  fave  a  dying  worm  ? 

5  [Yet  while  he  liv'd  on  earth  unknown, 

And  men  would  not  adore, 
Behold  obedient  nature  own, 
His  Godhead  and  his  pow'r. 

6  The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  feet; 

And  fiih  at  his  command, 
Bring  their  large  fhoals  to  Peer's  net, 
Bring  tribute  to  his  hand. 

7  There  lefftr  glories  of  the  Son, 

Shone  through  the  fkfhy  cloud; 
Now  we  behold  him  on  his  thror.e, 
And  men  confefs  him  God. 


PSALM     VIII.  39 

8  Let  him  with  majefty  be  crown'd, 
Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death  ; 
And  his  eternal  honours  found, 
From  all  things  that  have  breath. 
g  Jfefus,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 
Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  flate 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 
PSALM  8.  Ver.  1,2.  paraphrafed.  FirfiPart.  L.  M. 
The  Hofanna  of  the  Children  ;  or,  Infants trailing  God. 

1  A   LMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  ikies, 

jTV.  Thro'  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  fpread, 

And  thine  eternal  glories  rife 

O'er  all  the  heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made. 

2  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 
Their  founding  notes  of  honour  raife; 
And  babes  with  uninftrufted  tongue 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

2  Thy  pow'r  affifls  their  tender  age 
To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground, 
To  lr.il  1  the  bold  blafphemer's  rages 
And  all  their  policies  confound. 

4  Children  amidfl  thy  temple  throng 
To  fee  their  great  Redeemer's  face  ; 
The  Son  of  David,  is  their  fong, 
And  loud  Htfannui  fill  the  place. 

5  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  priefls 
In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring  ; 
Revenge  fits  filent  in  their  breafts, 
While  Jezjuifh  babes  proclaim  their  King. 

PSALM  8.  Ver.  3,  Sec.  paraphrafed,  Sec.  Part.  L.M, 
Adam  and  Chrift,  Lords  of  the  Old  and  New  Creation. 
1    T    ORB,  what  was  man  when  made  at  firfL 
JLi  Adam,  the  offspring  of  the  duft 
That  thou  fhould'ft  fet  him  and  his  race, 
But  juft  below  an  angel's  place  ? 
B  2 


40  PSALM    IX. 

2  That  thou  fhould'ft  raiTe  his  nature  fo, 
And  make  him  lord  cf  all  below  ; 
Make  ev'ry  beaft  and  bird  fubmit, 
And  lay  the  fifties  at  his  feet  ? 

3  But  O  !  what  brighter  glories  wait 
To  crown  the  fecond  Adam's  ftate  ? 
What  honours  fhall  thy  Son  adorn  ; 
Who  condefcended  to  be  born  ? 

4  See  him  below  his  angels  made  ; 
Behold  him  r.umbcr'd  with  the  dead, 
To  fave  a  ruin'd  world  from  fin  ; 
But  he  fhall  reign  with  pow'r  divine. 

$  The  world  to  come,  redeem'd  from  all 
The  miseries  that  attend  the  fall ; 
New  made  and  glorious  fhall  fubmit 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 

PSALM    9.     Firft  Part.     Common  Metre. 
Wrath  and  Mercy  from  the  Judgment  Seat. 

1  *\!\/1TH  mv  whoIe  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong, 

V  V     Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim, 
Thou  fov'reign  judge  of  right  and  wrong 
Wilt  put  thy  foes  to  fhame. 

2  I'll  fing  thy  majefty  and  grace; 

My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  nighteoufnefs, 
And  make  his  vengeance  known. 

3  Then  fhall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 

For  all  the  poor  opprefs'd  ; 
To  fave  the  people  of  his  love, 

And  give  the  weary  reft. 
4.  The  men  that  know  thy  name  will  truft 

In  thy  abundant  grace  ; 
For  thou  haft  ne'er  forfook  the  juft, 

Who  humbly  feek  thy  face. 
$  Sing  praifes  to  the  righteous  Lord, 

Who  dwells  in  Zion's  Hill, 
Who  executes  his  threat'ning  word, 

Whofe  works  his  grace  fulfil. 


PSALM    IX.  41 

PSALM     9.     Ver     12.    Second  Part.     CM. 
The  Wifdom  and  Equity  of  Piovidence. 

1   \^/HEN  the  Sreat  Judge>  Supreme  and  juft, 
VV     Shall  once  enquire  for  blood  ; 
The  humble  fouls  that  mourn  in  dull, 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 

}  1  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 
Does  his  own  children  raife  : 
In  Zion's  gates  wiih  cheerful  breath, 
They  fing  their  Father's  praife. 

3  His  foes  fhall  fall  with  heedlefs  feet, 

Into  the  pit  they  made  ; 
And  finners  perifh  in  the  net 

That  their  own  hands  have  fprcad. 

4  Thus  by  thy  judgment,  mighty  God, 

Are  thy  deep  counfels  known  : 
When  men  of  mischief  are  deftrqy'd, 
In  fnares  that  were  their  own. 

Pause. 

5  The  wicked  fhall  fink  down  to  hell; 

Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands 
That,  dare  forget  thee,  or  rebel 
Againft  thy  known  commands. 

6  Though  faints  to  fore  diftrefs  are  brought, 

And  wait,  and  long  complain, 
Their  cries  fhall  never  be  forgot, 
Nor  fhall  their  hopes  be  vain. 
[7   Rife,   great  Redeemer,  from  thy  feat, 
To  judge  and  fave  the  poor; 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 
And  man  prevail  no  more. 
8  Thy  thunder  fhall  affright  the  proud, 
And  put  their  hearts  to  pain, 
Make  them  confefs,  that  thou  art  God, 
And  they  but  feeble  men.] 
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4^  P   S  A  L   M     X. 

PSALM    10.     Common  Metre. 
Prayer  heard,  and  Saints  favtd. ;    or,  Pride,  Atheifm, 

and  Oppreffion  pumJIud.—Yox  a  humiliation  day. 
i    T  TC  7HY  doth  the  Lord  depart  fo  far, 
V  V     And  why  conceal  his  face, 
Winn  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  diftrefs  ? 

2  Lord,  fhall  the  wicked  ftill  deride 

Thy  juftice  and  thy  laws  ? 
Shall  thev  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 
And  flight  their  righteous  caufe  ? 

3  They  caft  thy  judgments  from  their  fight, 

And  then  infult  the  poor: 
They  boaft  in  their  exalted  height, 
That  they  fhall  fall  no  more. 

4  Arife,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand, 

Attend  our  humble  cry; 
No  enemy  fhall  dare  to  Hand, 
When  God  afcends  on  high. 

Pause. 

^  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage, 
And  fay  with  foolifh  pride, 
The  God  of  heaven  will  ne'er  engage 
To  fight  on  Zion'sfide? 

6  But  thou  forever  art  our  Lord  ; 

And  powerful  is  thine  hand, 
As  when  the  Heathens  felt  thy  fword, 
And  perifh'd  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray, 

And  caufe  thine  ear  to  hear ; 
Accept  the  vows  thy  children  pay, 
And  free  thy  faints  from  fear. 

8  Proud  tyrants  fhall  no  more  opprefs, 

No  more  defpife  the  juft; 
And  mighty  finners  fhall  confefs, 
1  bey  are  but  earth  and  dud. 


PSALM    XI,    XII.  43 

PSALM     11.      Long  Metre. 
God  loves  the  Righteous,  and  hates  the  Wicked. 
i   TV  /T  Y  refuge  is^the  God  or"  love  ; 
1VX    Why  do  my  foes  infult  and  cry, 
Fly  like  a  tim'rous  trembling  dove, 
To  dijlant  woods  or  mountains  jly  ? 

2  If  government  be  once  deftroy'd, 
(This  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 
And  violence  make  juftice  void, 
Where  fhall  the  righteous  feek  redrefs? 

3  The  Lord  in  heav'n  has  fix'd  his  throne, 
His  eye  furveys  the  world  below  : 

To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known  ; 
His  eye-lids  fearch  our  fpirits  through. 

4  If  heaffli&s  his  faints  fo  far, 

To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  grace, 
What  may  the  bold  transgreffors  fear  ? 
His  foul  abhors  their  wicked  ways. 

5  On  impious  wretches  he  fhall  rain 
Sulphurous  flames  of  waiting  death, 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 
Of  Sodom,  with  his  angry  breath. 

6  The*ightecus  Lord  loves  righteous  fouls, 
Whole  thoughts  and  aftions  are  fincere, 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 

The  men  that  his  own  image  bear. 

PSALM     12.      Long  Metre. 
The  Saints  Safety  and  Hope  in  evil  Times  :  Or,  Sins  of 
the  Tongue  complained  cf.  viz.  BlaJ'phemy,  Faljhood,  &c. 

1  ALMIGHTY  God  appearand  fave ! 
Ljl.  For  vice  and  vanity  prevail  : 

The  godly  perifh  in  the  grave, 
The  juft  depart,  the  faithful  fail. 

2  The  whole  difcourfe,  when  crouds  are  met, 
Is  fill'd  with  trifles  loofe  and  vain  ; 

Their  lips  are  flattery  and  deceit, 
And  their  proud  language  is  profane. 


44  PSALM     XII. 

3  But  lips  that  with  deceit  abound, 
Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long  : 
The  God  of  vengeance  will  confound 
The  flattering  and  blafpheming  tongue. 

4  Yet  fkall  our  words  be  free,  they  cry, 
Our  tongue  [hall  be  controul'd  by  none  : 
Where  is  the  Lord,  will  ajk  us  why  f 
Or  fay,  our  lips  are  not  our  own  ? 

5  The  Lord,  who  fees  the  poor  oppreft, 
And  hears  the  oppreffor's  haughty  ftraia, 
Will  rife  to  give  his  children  reft, 

Nor  fhall  they  truft  his  word  in  vain. 

6  Thy  word,  O  Lord,  tho'  often  try'd, 
Void  of  deceit  fhall  ftill  appear; 
Not  filver,  fev'n  times  purify'd 
Fromdrofs  and  mixture,  mines  fo  clear. 

7  Thy  grace  fhall  in  thedarkeft  hour 
Defend  from  danger  and  furprife; 
Tho'  when  the  vileft  men  have  povv'r, 
On  every  fide  oppreffors  rife. 

PSALM    12.     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  of  a  general  Corruption  of  Manners  :  or,  The 
Promife  and  Signs  o/"Chrift's  coming  to  Judgment. 

1  T  TELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 
JlJL   Religion  lofes  ground ! 

The  fons  of  violence  prevail, 
And  treacheries  abound. 

2  Their  oaths  and  promifesthey  break, 

Yet  aft  the  flatterer's  part ; 
With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  fpeak, 
And  with  a  double  heart. 

3  If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  lie, 
They  fcorn  our  faithful  word  : 

»'  Are  not  our  lips  our  own,"  they  cry, 
«•  And  who  fhall  be  our  Lerd?" 


PSALM    XIII.  45 

4  Scoffers  appear  on  ev'ry  fide, 
Where  a  vile  race  of  men 
Is  rais'd  to  feats  of  pow'rand  pride, 
And  bears  the  fword  in  vain. 

Pause. 
^  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 
And  blafphemy  grows  bold, 
When  faith  is  rarely  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxen  cold  : 

6  Is  not  thy  chariot  haftening  on  ! 
Halt  thou  not  given  the  fign  ? 
May  we  not  truft  and  live  upon 
A  promife  fo  divine  ? 

1  "  Yes,  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife, 
«  And  make  the  oppreffors  flee; 
"  I  fhall  appear  to  their  furprife, 
44  And  fet  my  fervants  free." 

8  Thy  word,  like  filver  feven  times  try'd, 
Through  ages  fhall  endure: 
The  men  that  in  thy  truth  confide, 
Shall  find  thy  promife  fure. 

PSALM     13.      Common  Metre. 
Complaint   under   the    Temptation  of  the  Devil. 
1    T  T  O  W  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  ? 
X  JL   My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
When  fhall  I  feel  thofe  heav'nly  rays 
That  chace  my  fears  away  ? 

a  How  long  fhall  my  poor  lab'ringfoul 
Wreftle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 
Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  controul, 
And  eafe  my  raging  pain. 

3  See  how  the  Prince  of  darknefs  tries 
All  his  malicious  arts; 
He  fpreads  a  mift  around  mine  eyes, 
And  throws  his  fiery  d-srts. 
B* 


46  PSALM    XIV. 

4  Be  thou  my  fun,  and  thou  my  fhield, 

My  foul  in  fafetykeep; 
Make  hafte  before  mine  eyes  are  feal'd 
In  death's  eternal  fleep. 

5  How  would  the  tempter  boaft  aloud, 

Should  I  become  his  prey! 
Behold  the  fons  of  hell  grow  proud 
To  fee  thy  long  delay. 

6  But  they  [hall  fly  at  thy  rebuke, 

And  Satan  hide  his  head ; 
He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 

7  Thou  wilt  difplay  that  fov'reign  grace 

Whence  all  my  comforts  fpring: 
I  fhall  employ  my  lips  in  praife, 
And  thy  falvation  fing. 

PSALM    14.    Firft  Part.     Common  Metre. 
By  Nature  all  Men  are  Sinners. 
j   "C*OOLS,  in  their  hearts  believe  and  fay, 
JL     "  That  all  religion's  vain, 
"  There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high, 
"  Or  minds  th' affairs  of  men." 
2  From  thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  profane, 
Corrupt  difcourfe  proceeds  ; 
And  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 
Abominable  deeds. 
2  The  Lord,  from  his  celeftial  throne 
Look'd  down  on  things  below, 
To  find  the  man  that  fought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  juftice  know. 
4  By  nature  all  are  gone  affray, 
Their  pra&ice  all  the  fame; 
There's  none  that  fears  his  Maker's  hand, 
There's  none  that  loves  his  name. 
ft  Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  fpeak  deceit, 
Their  (landers  never  ceafe; 
How  fwift  to  mifchief  are  their  feet; 
Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 


PSALM    XIV,   XV.  47 

6  Such  feeds  of  fin  (that  bitter  root) 
In  ev'ry  heart  are  found  ; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
'Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 

PSALM  14.    Second  Part.     Common  Mdfe. 
The  Folly  of  Perfcutors. 

1  ARE  finners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown 
jLJL  That  they  the  faints  devour  ? 
And  never  worfhip  at  thy  throne, 

Nor  fear  thine  awful  pow'r  ? 

2  Great  God,  appear  to  their  furprife, 

Reveal  thy  dreadful  name; 
Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  defpife, 
Nor  turn  oar  hope  to  fhame. 

£  Doft  thou  not  dwell  among  the  juft  ? 
And  yet  our  foes  deride, 
That  we  fhould  make  thy  name  our  truft : 
Great  God,  confound  their  pride. 

4  O  that  the  joyful  day  was  come 
To  fmifh  our  diftrefs  ! 
When  God  fhall  bring  his  children  home, 
Our  fongs  fhall  never  ceafe. 

PSALM  15.     Common  Metre. 

Charatler  of  a  Saint  ;   or,  a  Citizen  of  Zion  ;  or,  thi 

Qualifications  of  a  Chrifiian. 

1  WJHO  fhall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 

VV     O  God  of  bolinefs  ? 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace  ? 

2  The  man  that  walks  in  pious  ways, 

And  works  with  righteous  hands  ; 
That  trufts  his  Maker's  promis'd  grace, 
And  follows  his  commands. 

3  He  fpeaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 

Nor  flanders  with  his  tongue  ; 

Will  fcarce  believe  an  ill  report, 

Nor  do  his  neighbour  wron~. 


4S  P  S  A  L  M    XV. 

4  The  -wealthy  {inner  he  contemns, 
Loves  all  that  fear  the  Lord  ; 
And  tho'  to  his  own  hurt  he  fwears, 
Still  he  performs  his  woid< 

$  His  hands  difdain  a  golden  bribe, 
And  never  wrong  the  poor  ; 
This  man  fhall  dwell  with  God  on  earth, 
And  f  nd  his  heav'n  fecure. 

P  S  A  L  M     15.      Long  Metre. 

Region  and  Jujice,  Goodnefs  and  Truth  ;  or,  Duties  to 
God  and  Man  ;  or,  the  Qualifications  of  a  Chrijiian. 

1  YX7HO  lhali  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place, 

VV     Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face  ? 
The  man  that  minds  religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below  : 

2  Whofe "hands  are  pure,  whofe  heart  is  clean, 
Whofe  lips  ftill  ("peak  the  thing  they  mean  ; 
No  flanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue  , 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

3  [Scarce  will  he  trufl  an  ill  report, 
Or  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt  : 
Sinners  of  Hate  he  can  defpife, 
iiut  faints  arc  honour'd  in  his  eyes] 

4  [Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  flood, 
And  always  makes  his  promife  good, 
Nor  dares  to  change  she  thing  he  fwears, 
Whatever  pain  or  lofs  he  bears.] 

5  [lie  never  deals  in  bribing  gold, 

And  mourns  that  juflice  Ihoulci  be  fold  : 
While  others  fcoin  and  wiong  the  poor, 
Sweet  charity  attends  his  door.] 

6  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  pra;,s 
Fur  thole  that  curfe  him  to  his  face; 
A  fid  doth  to  all  inca.  ftill  the  fame 
That  he  would  hope  or  with  from  them. 


PSALM     XVI.  49 

f  Yet,  when  his  holieft  woiks  are  done, 

His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 

This  is  the  man  thy  face  fhall  fee, 

And  dwell  for  «ver,  Lord,  with  thee. 

P  S  A  L  M     16.     FirjlPart,     Long  Metre. 
Qonjtjfion  of  our  Poverty;   and,  Saints  the  beji  Company , 

or,  Good  Works  profit  Men,  not  God. 
x    TJRESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 

JL      For  fuccour  to  thy  throne  I  flee, 

But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead  ; 

My  goodnefs  cannot  reach  to  thee. 
a  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confeft 

Mow  empty  and  how  poor  I  am  ; 

My  praife-can  never  make  thee  bleft, 

Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  faints  on  earth  may  reap 
Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do  ; 

Thefe  are  the  company  I  keep, 
Thefe  are  the  chciceft  friends  I  know. 

4  Let'others  choofe  the  fons  of  mirth 
To  give  a  relifh  to  their  wine  ? 

I  love  the  men  of  heav'nly  birth, 
Whofe  thoughts  and  language  are  divine, 
PSALM     16.     Second  Part,     Long  Meue, 
Chrijl's  All-faftciency. 

1  TJOW  faft  their  guilt  and  forrows  rire, 
Xl  Who  hafte  to  feck  fome  idol-god  ! 
I  will  not  taile  their  facrifice, 

Their  offerings  of  forbidden  blood, 

2  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 
And  nobler  food  to  live  upon  : 
He  for  my  life  has  offer 'd  up 
Jtfus,  hU  beft  beloved  Son. 

3  His  love  is  my  perpetual  feafl; 

By  day  his  counsels  guide  me  right ; 
And  be  his  name  for  ever  bleft, 
Who  gives  m;  iVcct  advice  by  night, 


50  PSALM    XVI. 

4  I  fet  him  ftill  before  mine  eyes; 

At  my  right  hand  he  ftands  prepar'd 

To  keep  my  foul  frcm  all  furprife, 

And  be  my  everlafting  guard. 

P  S  A  L  M     16.     Third  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Courage  in  Death,  and  Hope  of  the  Refurreclion. 

1  A?[/"HJN  G°d  is  ni§h'  mV  fahh  ^  A'ong, 

V  V      His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  : 
Be  glad  my  heart,  rejoice  my  tongue, 
My  dying  flefh  (hall  reft  in  hope. 

2  Though  in  the  duft  I  lay  my  head, 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  foul  for  ever  with  the  dead, 

Nor  lofe  thy  children  in  the  grave. 
•3  My  flefh  fhall  thy  firft  call  obey, 

Shake  off  the  duft,  and  rife  on  high  ; 

Then  fhalt  thou  lead  the  wondrous  way 

Up  to  the  throne  above  the  fky. 
4  There  ftreams  ofendlefs  pleafure  flaw; 

And  full  difcoveries  of  thy  grace 

(Which  we  but  tafted  here  below) 

Spread  heav'nlyjoys  through  all  the  place. 
PSALM  16.  Ver  1—8.  Ft'tj  Part.  Common  Metre. 
Support  ardCouvfd  from  God  without  Merit. 

1  CAVE  me,  OLord,  from  every  foe; 
O      lit  thfe  my  truft  I  place, 
Though  all  the  good  that  1  on  do 

Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace; 

2  Yet  if  my  God  prolong  my  breath, 

The  faints  may  ftill  rejoice  ; 
The  fain-s,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
The  people  of  my  choice. 

3  Let  heathens  to  their  idols  hafle, 

And  worfhip  wood  or  ftone; 
But  my  delightful  lot  is  caft 
Where  the  true  God  is  known. 


PSALM      XVI. 

4  His  hand  provides  my  conftant  food. 
He  fills  my  daily  cup; 
Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  prefent  good, 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope, 
$  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy; 
His  counfels  are  my  light  : 
He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  day^ 
And  gentle  hints   by  night. 
6  My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 

To    his  all-feeing  eye; 
;    Not  death  nor  hell  my  hope  fhall  move 

While  fuch  a  friend  is  nigh. 
PSALM     16.  Second  Part.  Common  Metre 
The  Death  and  Refurreclion  of  Chrift. 
J  "   T  Set  the  Lord  before  my  face, 
A     "  He  bears  my  courage  up  ; 
"  My  heart,  my  tongue  their  joys  exprefs, 
«  My  flefh  fhall  reft  in  hope. 
a  "  My  fpirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
"  Where  fouls  departed  are  ; 
?«  Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave 
"  To  fee  corruption  there. 

3  "  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 

"  And  raife  me  to  thy  throne : 
«'  Thy  courts  immortal  pleafure  give,. 
"  Thy  prefence  joys  unknown." 

4  [Thus  in  the  name  of  Chrift  the  Lord, 

The  holy  David  fung, 
And  Providence  fulfils  the  word 
Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 

5  Jefus,  whom  ev'ry  faint  adores, 

Was  crucify'd  and  flain  ; 
Behold  the  tomb  its  prey  reftores,. 
Behold  he  lives  again. 

6  When  fhall  my  feet  arife  and  ftand 

On  heaven's  eternal  hills  ? 
There  fits  the  Son  at  God's  right  hand. 
And  tkere  t'ie  Father  fmiles.l 


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A 


Si  PSALM       XVII. 

PSALM     ij.  Ver.  13,  &c.     Short  Metre. 

Portion  of  Saints  and  Sinners  ;  or,  Hope  and  Defpair 
in  Death. 

RISE,  my  gracious  God, 
And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 
They  are  but  thy  chaftifing  rod 
To  drive  thy  faints  to  thee. 

a  Behold  the  firmer  dies, 

His  haughty  words  are  vain ; 
Here  in  this  life  his  pleafure  lies> 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance 

And  boall  of  all  his  (lore  ; 
The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  foul  can  wifh  no  more. 

4  I  (hall  behold  the  face 

Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 
And  (land  complete  in  righteoufnefs, 
Wafh'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

5  There's  a  new  heav'n  begun 

When  I  awake  from  death, 

Dreft  in  the  likenefsof  thy  Son, 

And  draw  immortal  breath. 

PSALM     17.     Long  Metre. 

The  Sinner's  Portion  and  SairJ's  Hope  ;  or,  the  Heaven 
of  feparate  Souls,  and  the  Rejurredion . 

1    1"    ORD,  I  am  thine:  but  thou  wilt  prove 
I  j  My  faith,  my  patience  and  my  love; 
When  men  of  fpite  againft  me  join, 
They  are  the  fword  the  hand  is  thine. 

9  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below  ; 
'Tis  all  the  happinefsthey  know, 
'Tis  all  they  feek  ;  they  take  their  fhares  ; 
And  leave  the  reft  among  their  heirs. 


PSALM    XVIII.  S3 

3  What  finners  value,  I  refign  ; 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou,  art  mine  : 
I  fhall  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 
And  ftand  complete  in  righteoufnefs. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  (how ; 
Sut  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  fubflantial  and  fincere ; 
When  fhall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

j  O  glorious  hour !  O  bleft  abode  ! 
I  fhall  be  near  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  flefh  and  fin  no  more  controul 
The  facred  pleafures  of  the  foul. 

6  My  flefh  fhall  (lumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  laft  trumpet's  joyful  found  : 
Then  burft  the  chains  with  fweet  furprife, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rife. 

PSALM     18.     FirJIPart.     Long  Metre. 

Vcr.  1—9,  15-18. 

Deliverance  from  Defpair  ;  or,  Temptation  overcomt. 

1  '  j^HEE  will  1  love,  O  Lord,  my  ftrength, 

JL     My  rock,  my  tow'r,  my  high  defence} 
Thy  mighty  arm  fhall  be  my  truft, 
For  I  have  found  falvation  thence. 

2  Death,  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 
Stood  round  me  with  their  difmal  fhade  ; 
While  floods  of  high  temptation  rofe, 
And  made  my  finking  foul  afraid. 

3  I  faw  the  op'ning  gates  of  hell, 
With  endlefs  pains  and  forrows  there, 
(Which  none  but  they  that  feel  can  tell) 
While  I  was  h'urry'd  to  defpair. 

4  In  my  diflrefs  I  call'd  my  God, 
When  I  could  fcarce  believe  him  mine; 
He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint ; 
And  provTd~his  faving  grace  divine. 


54  PSALM     XVIII. 

5  [With  fpeed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 
As  on  a  cherub's  wing  he  rode  ; 
Awful,  aud  bright  as  lightning,  fhone 
The  fjceof  my  deliverer,   God. 

6  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke, 
Theblaft  of  his  Almighty  breath  : 
He  fent  falvatiof]  from  on  high, 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death.] 

7  Great  were  my  fears,  my  foes  were  great, 
Much  was  their  ftreng'h,  and  more  their  rage 
But  Chrift,  my  Lord,  is  conqueror  QUI 

In  all  the  wars  the  proud  can  wage. 

8  My  fong  for  ever  fhall  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour  ; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  pow'r. 

PSALM     18. 

Second  Part.     Ver.  20,-26.     Long  Metre. 

Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded. 

1  T    ORD,  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  fincere, 
±-a   Haft  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear; 
Before  mine  eyes  I  fet  thy  laws, 

And  thou  haftown'd  my  righteous  caufe. 

2  Since  I  have  learn'd  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  walk'd  upright  before  thy  face  : 
Or  it  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 

Thy  love  reclaim'd  my  wand'ring  heart. 
3  What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft ! 

What  wars  and  flrugglings  in  my  breaft? 

But  through  thy  gr.:ce  that  reigns  within, 

I  guard  againft  my  darling  fin. 
4  That  fin  that  clofe  befets  mc  ftill, 

That  works  and  ftrives  againft  my  will ; 

When  fhall  thy  fpirk's  fov'reign  pow'r 

Deftro)  it,  that  ;r  iifcno  more. 


PSALM     XVIII.  55 

5  With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward  : 
The  kind  and  faithful  fouls  (hall  find 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 

6  And  men  that  love  revenge  fhall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too  : 
The  jull  and  pure,  fhall  ever  fay, 

Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juft  than  they. 
PSALM     1 8.     Third  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Ver,  30,  31,  34,  35'  36>  ^c- 
Rejoice  in  God;  or,  Salvation  and  Triumph. 

1  TUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 

I     Great  Rock  of  my  fecure  abode : 
Who  is  a  God  btfide  the  Lord 
Or  where's  a  refuge  like  Cir  God  ? 

2  'Tishe  that  girds  me  wkh  Lis  might, 
Gives  me  his  holy  fword  to  wield  ; 
And  while  with  fin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  inield. 

3  He  lives  and  bleffings  crown  his  reign, 
The  God  of  my  falvation  fives, 

The  dark  dcfigns  of  hell  are  vain  ; 
While  heav'nly  peace  my  Father  gives. 
4  Before  the  fcoffers  of  the  age, 
I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name, 
Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage, 
But  meet  repioach,  and  bear  the  fhame. 
c  To  David  and  his  royal  feed 
Thy  grace  forever  fhall  extend  ; 
Thy  love  to  faints,  in  Chrijl  their  heftd, 
Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end. 
PSALM     18      Firfi  Part.  Common  Metre. 
Viclory  and  Triumph  over  temporal  Enemies* 
I   T  X  TE  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore, 
W       Now  is  thine  arm  rcveal'd  ;     . 
Thou  art  our  ftrength,  our  heav'nly  tow'r, 
Our  bulwark  and  our  fhield. 


5$  PSALM     XVIII. 

£  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 

And  find  a  Aire  defence  ; 
His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 

And  draw  falvauon  thence. 

3  When  God  our  leader  fhines  in  arRij^ 

What  mortal  heart  can  bear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms? 

The  light'ning  of  his  fpear  ? 

4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind, 

And  angels  in  array 
in  millions  wait  to  know  his  mind, 

And  fwift  as  flames  obey. 
$  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 

Whole  armies  are  difmay'd  ; 
His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look 

Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 

6  He  forms  our  gen'rals  for  the  field, 

With  all  their  dreadful  fkill : 
Gives  them  his  awful  fword  to  wield, 
And  makes  their  hearts  of  fteel. 

7  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  bleft 

For  his  own  church's  fake  ; 
The  pow'rs  that  give  his  people  reft, 
Shall  of  his  care  partake. 
PSALM     1 8.     Second  Part.     Common  Metre. 
The  Conqueror's  Song. 

1   T0  5!ine  almiShty  "m  we  owe 
A       The  triumphs  of  the  day  • 
Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  ftrength  away. 
i  'Tis  by  thy  aid  our  troops  prevail, 
And  break  united  powers; 
Or  burn  their  boafted  fleets,  'or  fcah 
The  proudeft  of  their  to\ 


>w'rs. 


3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  through  the  field, 
And  trod  them  to  the  ground; 
While  thy  falvation  was  our  fhield, 
But  they  no  flielter  found ! 


B1 


PSALM    XIX.  57 

4  In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cry, 

And  perifh  in  their  blood  ; 
Where  is  the  rock  fo  great,  fo  high, 
So  pow'rful,  as  our  God. 

5  The  God  of  lfrael  ever  lives ; 

His  name  be  ever  bleft  ; 
'Tis  his  own  arm  the  vifcVry  gives* 
And  gives  his  people  reft. 

PSALM     19.     Firjl  Part.     Short  Metre 
The  Book  of  Nature  and  Scripture. 
For  a  Lord's  Day  Morning, 
EHOLD  the  lofty  fky, 
Declares  its  maker  God, 
And  all  the  ftarry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 

2  The  darknefs  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  courfe  the  fame  ; 
While  night  to  day  and  day  to  night 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

,3  In  ev'ry  difP rent  land 

Their  gen'ral  voice  is  known ; 
They  fhow  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
And  orders  of  his  throne.' 

4  Ye  Chriftian  lands,  rejoice, 

Here  he  reveals  his  word  ; 
We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His   ftatutes  and  commands 

Are  fet  before  our  eyes, 
He  puts  his  gofpel  in  our  hands, 
Where  our  falvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  juft  and  pure, 

His  tiuth  without  deceit; 
His  promifes  for  ever  fure, 
And  his  rewards  are  great* 


58  PSALM     XIX. 

7  Not  honey  to  the  tafte 

Affords  fo  much  delight ; 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  pafs'd 
So  much  allures  the  fight. 

8  While  of  thy  works  I  fing, 

Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 
Accept  the  praife,  my  God,  my  King, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

PSALM    19.     Second  Part.     Short  Metre. 
God's  Word  mojl  excellent;   or,    Sincerity  and  Watch- 
fulnefs. 
For  a  Lord's  Day  Morning. 
1   "DEHOLD  the  morning  fun 
£j    Begins  his   glorious  way  ; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

ft  But  where  the  gofpel  comes, 
It  fpreads  diviner  light, 
It  calls  dead  finner*  from  their  tombs,. 
And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  juft, 
For  ever  fure  thy  promife,  Lord, 
And  men  fecurely  truft. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  giv'n! 
O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heav'n  ! 

Pause. 

5  I  heard  thy  word  with  love, 

And  I  would  fain  obey  : 
Send  thy  good  fpirit  from  above 
To  guide  me  left  I  ftray. 

6  O  who  can  ever  find  4 

The  errors  of  his   ways  ? 
Yet  with  a  bold  prefumptuous  mind 
I  would  not  dare  tranfgrefs. 


PSALM     XIX.  59 

7  Warn  me  of  ev'ry  fin, 

Forgive  my  fecret  faults, 
And  cleanfe  this  guilty  foul  of  mine, 
Whofe  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

8  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 

I  fpread  thy  praife  abroad  ; 

Accept  the  worfhip  and  the  fong, 

My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

PSALM     19.     Long  Metre. 

The  Books  of  Nature,  and  the  Scripture  compared:  or, 
the  Giory  and  Succejs  of  the  Gofpel% 

l   rT",HE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 
X     In  every  flar  thy  goodnefs  fhines; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

9.  The  rolling  fun,  the  changing  fight, 
And  nights  and  days  thy  pow'r  confefs; 
But  the  blefl  volume  thou  haft  writ, 
Reveals  thy  juftice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon  and  ftars  convey  thy  praife 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  ftand  ; 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 

It  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  ev'ry  land. 

4  Nor  fhall  thy  fpreadiug  gofpel  reft 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run; 
Till  Chrifi  has  all  the  nations  bleft, 
That  fee  the  light,  or  feel  the  fun. 

jj  Great  Son  of  Righteoufnefs,  arife, 

Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heav'nly  light; 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife, 
Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  noble  ft  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  fouls  re  new 'd  and  fins  forgiv'n, 
Lord,  cleanfe  my  fins,  my  foul  renew 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heav'n. 


6°  P  3  A  L  M     XIX. 

P  S  A  L  M :  io     To  the  Tune  of  the  1 13th  Pfalrm 
ihe  Book  of  Nature  and  Scripture. 

*   0R^  A,T  God' the  heav'n's  well  order'd  frame 
\f  Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name: 

There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  fhine ; 
A  thoufand  flarry  beauties  there, 
A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear 

Of  boundlefc  pow'r,  and  fkill  divine, 

2  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 

Leclures  of  heav'nly  wifdom  read; 
With  filem  eloquence  they  raife 
Oar  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife, 

And  neither  found  nor  language  need* 

3  Yet  their  divine  inftruftions  run 
Far  as  the  journies  of  the  fun, 

And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice: 

I/i""/  I,ke.fom1f  y°"ngbridegroom  dreft, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eaff,  ' 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 
:  Where'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  frniles  and  fpeaks  his  maker  God  • 

All  nature  joins  to  fhew  thy  praife: 
Thus  God  in  ev'ry  creature  fhines; 
Fair  is  the  book  of  nature's  lines, 

But  fairer  is  the  book  of  grace. 
Pause. 
I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word  : 
What  light  and  joy  thofe  leaves  afford 

lo  iouls  benighted  and  diAre/l  ' 


Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  ftray  Y 
Thy  promife  leads  my  heart  to  red 


6  From  the  difcov'ries  of  thy  law 
The  perfeft  rules  of  life  I  draw  • 

Thefe  are  my  ftudy  and  delight  : 
Not  honey  fo  invites  the  tafte, 
Nor  gold  that  hath  the  furnace  paft 
Appear  fo  pleafmg  to  the  fight. 


PSALM    XX.  61 

7  Thy  threat'nings  wake  my  flumb'ring  eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies; 

But  'tis  thybleffed  gofpel,  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  confeience  clean, 
Converts  my  foul,  fubdues  my  fin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

8  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  ? 
My  God,  forgive  my  fecret  faults, 

And  from  prefumptuous  fins  reftrain; 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace 

And  book  of  nature  not  in  vain. 

PSALM     20.     Long  Metre, 

Prayer  and  Hope  of  Vittory, 

For  a  Day  of  Prayer  in  Time  of  War. 

*  "\TOW  ira>' the  God  of  pow'rand  graee 
X^    Attend  bis  people's-  humble  cry  ! 
Jehovah  hears  wheB  lfrael  prays, 
And  brings  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 

a  The  name  of  Jacob'*  God  defends, 
When  bucklers  fail  and  brazen  walls ; 
He  from  his  fanttuary  fends 
Succour  and  ftrength  when  Zion  call*. 

5  Well  he  remembers  all  our  fighs. 
His  love  exceeds  our  beft  deferts : 
His  love  accepts  the  facrifice 
Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 

4  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope, 
And  in  the  name  of  Ifrael's  God, 
Our  troops  fhall  lift  their  banners  up, 
Our  natives  fpread  their  flags  abroad. 

5  Some  truft  in  horfes  train'd  for  war, 
And  fome  of  chariots  make  their  boaft  : 
Our  fureft  expectations    are 

From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hofb. 


6  [O  may  the  mem'ry  of  thy  name 
Inlpirc  our  armies  for  the  fipht ' 
Our  foes  (hall  fall  and  die  with'thamr- 
Or  quit  the  field  with  coward  flight  ^ 

i   Now  fave  us     Lord,   from  flavifh  fear, 
Now  let  our  hopes  be  firm  and  ft 
nil  thy  falvation  (hall  appear  S 

And  joy  and  triumph  raife  the  fong. 

PSALM    at.     Common  Metre. 
National  BUfags  acknoMged. 
i  TN T  thee,  great  God,  with  fongs  of  praifc 
±  Our  favour'd  realms  rejoice  •  P        ' 

And,  bleft  with  thy  falvation,  ra,fe 
To  heav'n  their  cheerful  voice. 

*  TI*y  f"re  defence,  thro'  nations  round, 
Hath  fpread  our  rifing  name, 
And  all  our  feeble  efforts  crown'd 
With  freedom  and  with  fame. 
2  In  deep  diftrefs  our  injur'd  land 
Jmplor'd  thy  power  to  fave; 
For  life  we  pray'd  ;  thy  bounteous  hand 
The  timely  bleiTing  gave. 

4  Thy  mighty  arm,  eternal  Power, 
Oppos'd  their  deadly  aim, 
In  mercy  fwept  them  from  our  fhore. 
And  fpiead  their  fails  with  (hame. 
o  On  thee,  in  want,  in  woe  or  pain, 
Ou-  hrarfs  alone  rely  ; 
Our  rights  thy  mercy  will  maintain, 
And  all  our  wants  fupply. 

6  ThAS'A°!"d'  thy  WOna'>ous  power  declare, 
MrA"dft'»  exalt  thy  ftme; 
While  we  gbd  rcng,  of  praife  prepare,. 
Jor  thine  Almighty  name. 


D 


PSALM     XXI,   XXII.  63 

PSALM     art.     1  —  9.     Long  Metre. 

ChiiJ}  exalted  to  the  Kingdom. 
^VID  rejoic'd  in  God  his  ftrength, 
Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  fpecial  grace, 
But  Chrijl  the  Son  appears  at  length, 
Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praife. 

2  How  great  the  bleft  Meffiah'spy 
In  the  falvation  of  thy  hand  ! 

Lord,  thou  haft  rais'd  his  kingdom  high. 
And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 

3  Thy  goodnefs  grants  whate'er  he  will, 
Nor  doth  the  lead  requeft  withhold  : 
BlefTings  of  love  prevent  him  fiill, 
And  crowns  of  glory,  not  of  gold.- 

4  Honour  and  majefty  divine 
Around  his  facred  temples  fhine  :' 
Bleft  with  the  favour  of  thy  face, 
And  length  of  everlafting  days. 

5  Thine  hand  fhall  find  out  all  his  foes  ; 
And  Ss  a  fiery  oven  glows 

With  raging  heat  and  living  coa's, 
So  fhall  thy  wrath  devour  their  fouls, - 

PSALM  22.     1—16.  Firft  Part.  Common  Metre. 
Tke  Sufferings  and  Death  of  Chrijl. 

1   \^7"HY  has  my  God  mv  foul  forfoofc,    ' 
V  V      Nor  will  a  fmile  afford  ? 
(Thus  David  once  in  anguifh  fnoke, 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 

a  Though  'tis  thy  chief  delight  to  dwell 
Among  thy   praifing  faints, 
Yet  thou  canft  hear  our  groan  as  well, 
%       And  pity  our  complaints. 
3  Our  fathers  trufted  in  thy  name, 
And  great  deliv'rance  found  s 
And  I'm  a  woim  rlefpis'd  of  men. 
And  trodden  to  the  ground. 


*4  PSALM    XXII. 

4  With  (baking  head  they  pafs  me  by, 

And  laugh  my  foul  to  (corn  : 
In  vain  he  trnjls  in  God,  they  cry, 
Ncgktted  and  forlorn. 

5  But  thou  art  he  who  form'd  my  fjefn, 

By  thine  almighty  word  ; 
And  fince  I  hung  upon  the  bread 

My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 
«  Why  will  my  father  hide  his  face 

When  foes  (land  threading  round, 
In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  diftfefs, 

And  not  an  helper  founds 

Pause. 
7  Behold  thy  darling  left  among 
The  cruel  and  the  proud, 
By  foes  encompafs'd  fierce  and  (Irong, 
As  lions  roaring  loud. 

6  From  earth  and  hell  my  forrows  meet, 

To  multiply  the  fmart ; 
They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet, 
And  try  to  vex  my  heart. 
9  Yet  if  thy  fov'reign  hand  let  loofe 
The  rage  of  earth  and  hell, 
Why  will  my  heav'nly  Father  bruife 
The  fon  he  loves  fo  well  ? 

ao  My  God,  if  poflible  it  be, 
Withhold  this  bitter  cup; 
But  I  refign  my  will  to  thee, 
And  drink  the  forrows  up. 
41  My  heart  diflblves  with  pangs  unknown, 
In  groans  I  wafte  my  breath  ; 
Thy  heavy  hand  has  brought  me  down, 
Low  as  the  dufl  of  death. 

12  Father,  I  give  my  fpirit  up, 
And  truft  it  in  thy  hand  : 
My  dying  (lefh  (hall  reft  in  hope 
•  And  rife  at  thy  command 


PSALM    XXII.  65 

PSALM  22.  Ver.  20,  21,  27 — 31.  Sec.  Parf.  C.  M» 

Chri/l's  Sufferings  and  Exaltation. 
1  «  X "[  O W  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage, 
±\    <l  0  Lord,  protecl  thy  Son, 
*'.  Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
1 '  The  powers  of  hell  alone." 
%  Thus  did  our  fuff  'ring  Saviour  pray 
With  mighty  cries  and  tears, 
God  heard  him  in  the  dreadful  day, 
And  ch'as'd  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  was  the  vidVry  of  his  death, 
His  throne  exalted  high  ; 
And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worlhip  or  fhail  die. 
j±  A  num'rous  offspring  muft  arife 
From  his  expiring  groans  ; 
They  mall  be  reckon'd  in  his  ey«s 
For  daughters  and  for  fons. 

5  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  mall  ice 

His  table  richly  fpread  ; 
And  all  that  feek  the  Lord  mail  bs 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 

6  The  ides  mail  know  the  righteoufnefs 

Of  our  incarnate  God, 
And  nations  yet  unborn  profefs 
Salvation  in  his  blood. 

PSALM     22.     Long  Metre. 

Chri/l's  Sufferings  and  Exaltation. 
1    "\JOW  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 
1\1    The  dying  forrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  he  complain'd  in  tears  and  blood, 
As  one  forfaken  of  his  God. 

ft  The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  (hake  their  heads  and  laugh  in  fcorn  j 
"  He  refcu'd  others  from  the  grave, 
44  Now  let  him  try  himfelf  to  fav». 
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M  PSALM    XXIII. 

3  ft  Jh'i  ls  the  man  did  once  pretend 

God  was  his  father  and  his  friend  ; 

«     IfGod  the  b,efred  lov'd  h''m  fo, 
Why  doth  he  fail  to  keep  him  now  ?» 

4  Oh  lavage  people  !  cruel  prion's  ! 

How  they  {food  round  like  raging  beafts  : 

Like  lions  gaping  to  devour. 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  power.' 

5  ?nynW°Und  h>'shead,  h;-s  hands,  his  feet, 
1UI  itreams  of  blood  each  other  meet  j 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 
€  Bat  God  his  father  heard  his  cry  ; 

Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high ; 

The  nations  learn  his  righteoufnefs, 

And  humble  finnera  taite  his  grace. 

PSALM    23.     Long  Metre. 
€ed  our  Shepherd. 
a   TVTY  Shephfrd  is  the  living  Lord; 

1YJ.    Now  fhall  my  wants  be  well  fuppiy'd  • 

His  providence  and  holy  word 

Become  my  fafety  and  my  guide. 

2  In  paftures  where  falva*ion  grows 
He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  reft, 
There  jiving  water  gently  flows, 
And  all  the  food  divinely  bleft. 

3  My  wand'ring  feet  his  ways  miftake; 
But  he  reftores  my  foul  to  peace, 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  the  fair  paths  of  righteoufnefs. 

4  Though  I  walk  through  the  gloomy  vale, 
Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are, 

My  heart  and  hope  fhall  never  fail, 

For  God,  my  fhepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amidft  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps 
Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  flay  ; 
Thy  ftafF  fupports  my  feeble  Heps, 
Thy  rod  directs  my  doubtful  way. 


PSALM      XXIII.  Cj 

The  fons  of  earth  and  fons  of  hell 
Gaze  at  thy  goodnefs,  and  repine 
To  fee  my  table  fpread  fo  well 
With  living  bread  and  cheerful  wine. 
[How  I  rejoice,  when  on  my  head 
Thy  fpirit  condefcends  to  reft ! 
'Tis  a  divine  anointing  fhed, 
Like  oil  of  gladnefs  at  a  feaft. 
!  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 
Attend  his  houfhold  all  their  days  : 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 
To  fcek  his  face,  and  fing  his  praife.] 

PSALM    23.     Common  Metre* 

1  T\/|Y  Shepherd  will  fupply  my  need, 
-LVjL    Jehovah  is  his  name; 

In  paftuies  frefh  he  makes  me  feed, 
Befide  the  living  ftream. 

2  He  brings  my  wand'ring  fpirit  back 

When  I  forfake  his  ways, 
And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  walk  through  the  fhades  of  death, 

Thy  prefence  is  my  ftay  ; 
One  word  of  thy  fupporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  Thy  hand  in  fight  of  all  my  foes 

Doth  ftill  my  table  fpread  ; 

My  cup  with  bleffings  overflows, 

Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5  The  fure  provifions  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  days  ; 
O  may  thy  houfe  be  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  work  be  praife  ! 

6  There  would  I  find  a  fettled  reft, 

(While  others  go  and  come) 
No  more  a  (hanger  or  a  gueft, 
Bat  like  a  child  at  home. 
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68        PSALM    XXIH,   XXIV. 
PSALM    B3.     Short  Metre. 

1  HP  HE  Lord  my  fhepherd  is, 

JL     I   (hall  be  well  fupply'd; 
Since  he  is  mine  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  befide  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place, 

Where  heav'nly  pafture  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pafs, 
And  full  falvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  aftray, 

He  doth  my  foul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  raoft  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 
Tho'  I  fhould  walk  thro'  death's  dark  fhadc, 
My  fhepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amid  furrounding  foes 

Thou  doft  my  table  fprcad  ; 
My  cup  with  bleflings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days  ; 
Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  I  remeve, 
Nor  ceafe  to  feek  thy  praife. 

PSALM    24.    Common  Metre. 
Dwelling  with  God, 
1   r_pHE  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's 
X      With  Adanfs  num'rous  race; 
He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods, 
And  built  it  on  the  fea§. 

4  But  who  among  the  fons  of  men 
May  vifit  thine  abode  ? 
He  that  has  hands  from  mifchief  clean, 
Whofe  heart  is  right  with  God. 


PSALM     XXIV.  69 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rife  and  take 

The  bleffings  of  his  grace; 
This  is  the  lot  of  thofe  that  feck 
The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 

4  Now  let  our  foul's  immortal  pow'rs, 

To  meet  the  Lord  prepare, 

Lift  up  their  everlafting  doors, 

The  king  of  glory's  near. 

5  The  king  of  glory  !   Who  can  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 
He  rules  the  nations;  but  to  dwell 
With  faints  is  his  delight. 

PSALM     24.     Long  Metre. 
Saints  dwell  in  Heaven  ;  or,  Chrijl's  Afcenften. 
1   >-TpHIS  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 

J.     And  men  and  worms,  and  beafts  and  birds ; 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  feas, 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling-place. 
ft  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  fky  ; 
Who  (hall  afcend  that  bleft  abode, 
And  dwell  fo  near  his  Maker,  God  ? 

3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  fin, 

Whofe  heart  is  pure,  whofe  hands  are  cleaa, 
Him  fhall  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  blefs, 
And  clothe  his  foul  with  righteoufnefa. 

4  Thefe  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face; 
Thefe  fhall  enjoy  the  blifsful  fight 
And  dwell  in  everlafting  light.3 

Pause. 

5  Rejoice  ye  mining  worlds  on   high, 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  nigh  ; 
Who  can  this  King  of  glo?y°be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  he. 

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?o  PSALM     XXV. 

6  Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  difplay, 
To  make  the  Lord,  the  Saviour's  way  : 
Laden  with  fpoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  Conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 

.7   Rais'd  from  the  dead  in  awful  ftate, 
He  opens  heav'n*  eternal  gate, 
To  give  his  faints  a  bleft  abode, 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

P  S  A  L  M   25.     1—11.     Firjl  Part.  S.  M. 
Waiting  for  Pardon  and  Dircdiorh 
1  T  LIFT  my  foul  to  God, 
X      My  truft  is  in  his  name  ; 
Let  not  my  foes  that  feek  my  blood 
Still  tiidmph  in  my  fhame. 

3  Sin  and  the  pow'rs  of  hell 

?:>  uade  me  to  defpair  ; 
Lord,  make  me  know  thy  cov'nant  we!l> 
That  I  may'fcapethe  fnaie, 

g  From  beams  of  dawning  light 
Tiil  evriing  fhades  arife, 
For  thy  falvation,  Lord,   I  wait, 
With  ever-longing  eyes. 

4  r>    member  all  thy  grace, 

'Aid  lead  me  in  thy  truth  ; 
Forgive  the  fms  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

,5  The  Lord  isjuft  and  kind, 

I  lie  meek  fhall  learn  his  ways, 
And  cv'ry  humble  fm'.er  find 
The  methods  of  his  grace. 

t>  For  his  own  goo  loefs  fake 

He  faves  my  foi  ,  from  fhame  : 
He  pardons  (tho'  my  guilt  be  great} 
Thro'  my  Redeemer'*  nasic 


PSALM     XXV.  li 

PSALM    25.     12,  14,  to,  13.     Second  Part. 

Short  Metre.     Dnine  h'firuciion. 
x  XT  THERE  fhall  the  man  he  found, 
V V    That  fears  t'  offend  his  God, 
That  loves  the  gofpel's  joyful  found, 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 

2  The  Lord  fhall  make  him  know 

The  fecrets  of  his  heart, 
The  wonders  of  his  cov'nant  flsow, 
And  all   his  love   impart. 

3  The  dealings  of  his  pow'r 

Are  truth  and  mercy  ftill. 
With  fuch  as  keep  his  cov'nant  fure. 
And  love  to  do  his  will. 

4  Their  fouls  fhall  dwell  ateafe 

Before  their  Maker's  face, 
Their  feed  fhall  tafte  the  promifes 
In  their  extenfive  grace. 

PSALM  25.  15—22.  Thud  Part.  Short  Metre. 
Dijlrejs  of  Soul;  or,  Backjliding  and  Defrtion. 

1  Ti  /FINE  eyes  and  my  defire 
lVl   Are  ever  to  the  Lord  ; 

I  love  to  plead  bis  promis'd  grace 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul, 

Bring  thy  falvation  near  ; 
When  will  thy  hand  affift  my  feat 
To  'fcape  the  deadly  fnare  ? 

3  When  fhall  the  fov'reign  grace 

Of  my  forgiving  God, 
Reftore  me  from  thofe  dang'rous  ways 
My  wand'ring  feet  have  trod  ? 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 

Doth  but  enlarge  my  woe  ; 
My  fpirit  languifhes,  my  heart 
Is  defolate  and  low. 


72  PSALM  XXVf . 

5  With  ev'ry  morning  light 

My  forrow  now  begins  ; 
Look  on  my  anguifh  and  my  pajn, 
And  pardon  all  my  fins. 

Pause. 

6  Behold  the  holts  of  hell, 

How  cruel  is  their  hate  ! 
Again!)  my  life  they  rife,  and  join 
Their  fury  with  deceit. 

7  Oh  keep  my  foul  from  death, 

Nor  put  my  hope  to  fhame, 
For  I  have  plac'd  my  only  truft 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

8  With  humble  faith  I  wait 

To  fee  thy  face  again  ; 
Of  Ifra'l  it  fhall  ne'er  be  faid, 
He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

PSALM     26.     Long  Metre. 
Self-Exavrination  ;  or,  Evidences  of  Grate. 

1     TUDGE  rat,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways, 
,J     And  try  my  reins,  aud  try  my  he-art : 
My  faith  upon  thy  promife  (lays, 
Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 

£   I  hate  to  walk,   I  hate  to  fit 
With  men  of  vanity  and  lies: 
T';e  fcoffer  and  the  hypocrite 
Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eye6. 

3  Among  ft  thy  faints  will  I  appear 
Array'd  in  robes  of  innocence  ; 
But  when  I  ftand  before  thy  bar, 
The  blord  of  Chrijl  is  my  defence. 

4  1  love  ihy  habitation,   Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honours  dwell  •, 
There  fhall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  teli. 


PSALM     XXVII.  73 

c  Let  not  mv  foul  be  join'd  at  laft 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 
Since  I  mv  days  on  earth  have  paft 
Among  the  faints  and  near  my  God. 

PSALM    17.     1—6.     Firfi  Part. 
The  Church  is  our  Delight  and  Safety. 
i   '  |nHE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 
JL     And  my  falvaiion  too; 
God  is  my  ftr'ength  ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 
2,  One  privilege  my  heart  defires  ; 
Oh  grant  me  mine  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  faints, 
The  temples  of  my  God. 

3  There  fhall  I  offer  my  requests 

And  fee  thy  beauty  ftill  : 
Shall  hear  thy  meffages  of  lov«, 
And  there  enquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rife,  and  ftorrns  appear, 

There  may  his  children  hide ; 
God  has  a  ftrong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  foul  abide. 
s  Now  fhall  my  Read  be  lifted  high 
Above  my  foes  around, 
And  fongs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  found. 

PSALM  27.  Ver.  8,  9,  13,  14-  Second  Part.  C.  M, 
Prayer  and  Hope. 

1  QOONT  as  I  heard  my  father  fay, 
O   IC  Ye  children,  feek  my  grace" 
My  heart  rcply'd  without  delay, 

«  Pllfeek  my  Father's  face." 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  foul  away  ; 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee. 
In  a  diftrefling  day. 


74  PSALM    XXVIII. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die. 
My  God  will  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  fupply. 

4  My  fainting  flefh  had  dy'd  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  fou!  belicv'd, 

To  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief, 

Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  farn'j, 

And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 
He'll  raife  your  fptrii  when  it  fjints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

PSALM    28.     Long  Metre, 

God  the  Refuge  of  the  AJliHed. 

1  »~pO  thee,  OLord,  I  raife  my  cries; 

X      My  fervent  prayer  in  mercy  hear  ; 
For  ruin  waits  my  trembling  foul, 
H  thou  refufe  a  gracious  ear. 

2  When  fuppliant  (ow'rd  thy  holy  hill, 
I  lift  my  mournful  hands  to  pray, 
Afford  thy  grace,  nor  drive  rrre  fti!!, 
With  impious  hypocrites  away. 

3  To  fons  of  falfehood,  that  defpife 
The  works  and  wonders  of  thy  rei<m, 
Thy  vengeance  gives  the  due  reward, 
And  finks  their  fouls  to  endleft,  pain. 

4  But,  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 
Whofe  mercy  hears  my  mournful  voice. 
My  heart,  that  trufted  in  his  word, 

In  his  falvation  fhall  rejoice. 

5  LeteV>lvraintj  in  forediftrefS( 

«y  faith  approach  his  Saviour,  God  ; 

I  hen  grant,  O  Lord,  thy  pard'ning  grace, 

Aud  feed  thy  chsrch  with  heav'nly  food. 


PSALM     XXIX,  XXX.  7 

PSALM     29.     Long  Metre. 
Storm  and  Thurder. 
1  /""N  IVE   to  the  Lord,  ye  forts  of  fame, 
\JX  Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  pow'r, 

Afcribe  due  honours  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 
1  The  Lord  proclaims  his  pow'r  aloud 
Thro'  ev'ry  ocean,  ev'ry  land  ; 
His  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  cloud, 
And  light'nings  blaze  at  his  command. 

3  He  fpeaks,  and  tempeft,  hail  and  wind, 
Lay  the  wide  foreft  bare  around  ; 

The  fearful  hart,  and  frighted  hind, 
Leap  at  the  tenor  of  the  found. 

4  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice, 
And  lo,  the  {lately  cedars  break ; 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noife, 
The  Vuliies  roar,  the  deferts  quake. 

g  The  Lord  fits  fov 'reign  on  the  fbod, 
The  thund'rer,  reigns  for  ever  king ; 
But  makes  his  church  his  bleft  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  fing. 

6  In  gentler  language,  there  the  Lord 
The  counfel  cf  his  grace  imparts  ; 
Amidft  the  raging  ftorm,  his  word 
Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 

PSALM     30.     FirJ  Part.   Long  Metre> 

Sicknefs  healed,  and  Sorrows  removed. 

1  T  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high, 
JL   At  thy  command  difeafes  fly  : 
Who  btit  a  God  can  fpe<=k  and  fave 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 

2  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  faints,  and  prove 
How  large  his  grace,  how  kind  his  love, 
Let  all  your  pow'rs  rejoice,  and  trace 
The  wond'rous  records  of  his  grace. 


7<5        PSALM    XXX,  XXXI. 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  flays  ; 
His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  • 
Tho'  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
I  he  morning  ftar  reftores  the  joy. 

P  S  A  L  M  30.  Ver.  6.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre- 
Health,  Sicknefs,  and  Recovery. 

i    TpiRM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright, 
A     And  I  prefum'd  'twould  ne'er  be  night : 
Fondly  I  faid  within  my  heart, 
«■  Pleasure  and  peace,  Jliallne'er  depart." 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  ftrong, 
Which  made  my  mountain  ftand  folong  ; 
Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died. 

3  I  cried  aloud  to  the«  my  God 

"  Whatcanft  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 

"  Deep  in  the  duft  can  I  declare 

11  Thy  truth,  or  fing  thy  goodnefs  there  ? 

4  "  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace,  I  faid, 

"  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead  :" 
Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe, 
Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praifes  now  ; 

I  throw  my  fackcloth  on  the  ground, 
And  eafe  and  gladnefs  gird  me  round. 

6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  filent  of  thy  name  ; 

Thy  praife  fhall  found  thro'  earth  and  heav'a, 
For  ficknels  heal'd  and  fins  forgiv'n. 

PSALMsi.r^ia-TQ,^,^.  Fir^Partt  CM 

Deliverance  from  Death. 
1   nr°  th«,  O  God  of  truth  and  love, 
JL       Myfpirit  I  commit; 
Thou  haft  redeemed  my  foul  from  deatfe, 

And  lav 'a  me  from  th^. 


PSALM    XXXI.  77 

2  Defpair  and  comfort,  hope  and  fear 

Maintain'd  a  doubtful  ftrife  ; 
While  forrow,  pain,  and  fin  confpir'd 
To  take  away  my  life. 

3  "  My  time  is  in  thy  hand,  I  cry'd. 

«  Though  I  draw  near  the  duji  :" 
Thou  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide, 
The  God  in  whom  I  truft. 

4  Oh  make  thy  reconciled  face 

Upon  thy  fervant  fhine, 
And  fave  me  for  thy  mercy's  fake, 
Tor  I'm  entirely  thine. 

Pause. 

5  'Twas  in  my  hafte,  my  fpirit  faid, 

"  Imujl  defpair  and  die, 
"  /  am  cut  off  before  thine  eyes;" 
But  thou  haft  heard  my  cry. 

6  Thy  goodnefs  how  divinely  free? 

How  fweet  thy  fmiling  face, 
To  thofe  that  fear  thy  majefty, 
And  truft  thy  promis'd  grace. 

j  Oh  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  faints, 
And  fing  his  praifes  loud  ; 
He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 
And  iecompenfe  the  proud. 

PSALM  31.  Ver.  7-33.  xi— 21.  Second  Part.  C.  M, 
Deliverance  from  Slander  and  Reproach. 

a   TV  ffY  neart  apices  in  thy  name, 
jyjL     My  God,  my  heav'nly  truft; 
Thou  haft  preferv'd  me  free  from  fhame, 
Miae  honour  from  the  duft. 
?,  «  My  life  is  fpent  with  grief,   1  cry'd, 
"  My  years  confum'd  in  groans, 
«  My  ftrength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dry'd, 
"  And  forrcw  waftes  my  boaes." 


7\  PSALM     XXXII 

„  Among  mine  enemies  my  name 
A  proverb  vile  waa  grown, 
While  to  my  neighbours  I  becora. 
Forgotten  and  unknown.  ' 
4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  fide, 
Seiz'd  and  befet  me  round,' 
I  to  thy  throne  of  grace  apply'd, 
And  fpcedyrefcue  found 

Pause. 

4  How  great  deliverance  thou  has  wrought 
Before  the  fons  of  men!  S 

T«  lying  lips  to  filence  brought, 
/  nd  made  their  boafting  vain  ! 

^ShX™  fr°m  the  ftrlFe  of  tongue, 
Shall  thy  pavilion  fide.  & 

Guard I  th,ra  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 
And  crufh  the  fons  of  pride. 

Within  thy  fecret  prefence,  Lord, 
■Ut  me  for  ever  dwell; 

No  fenced  city  wall'd  and  barr'd 
Secures  a  faint  fo  well. 

p  S  A  L  M    32.    Short  Metre< 

Forgivenefs  of  Sins  upon  Confttfton. 

1   0H  b,cffcd  fouIsare  they 

V/     Whole  fins  are  cover'd  o'er  : 
Divinely  blcft,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  part 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care; 
Th»r.'P«"d  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  fincere. 

3  wTh;Vfonfccal'dmy  g"ilt, 

ireltthefeftVingwound, 

T'-l^ou.sdnnnnstothee, 

And  ready  pardon  found. 


PSALM     XXXII.  79 

4  Let  Tinners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  faints  keep  near  the  throne  : 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  diftrefs, 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 
PSALM     32.     Common  Metre. 
Free  Pardon  andfincere  Obedience;  or,  Covjejfion  and 
Forgivenefs. 

1  T  TOW  bleft  the  man  to  whom  his  God 
li.     No  more  imputes  his  fin, 

But  walh'd  \a  the  Redeemer's  blood 
Hath  made  his  garments  clean! 

2  And  bleft  beyond  expreffion  ;:e, 

Whofe  debts  are  thus  difcharg'd? 
While  frv/in  the  guilty  bondage  free 
He  feels  his  foul  enlarg'd. 

3  His  fpirit  hates  deceit  and  lie?.. 

His  words  are  all  fincere  : 
He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes, 
To  keep  his  coafcie.oce  clear. 

4  While  I  my  inward  guilt  fuppreft, 

No  quiet  could  I  find  ; 
Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  breaft, 
And  rack'd  my  tonur'd  mind. 

5  Then  I  confe's'd  my  troubled  thoughts, 

My  fecret  fins  reveal'd, 
Thy  pard'ning  grace  forgave  my  faults, 
Thy  grace  my  pardon  feal'd. 

6  This  lhall  invite  thy  faints  to  pray  ; 

When  like  a  raging  flood 
Temptations  rife,  our  ftrength  and  flay 
Is  a  forgiving  God. 
PSALM     32.  Firjl  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Repentance   and  free  Pardon ;    or.    Justification   and 
Santlification . 

BLEST  is  the  man,  for  ever  bleft^ 
Whofe  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God  , 
Whofe  fins  with  forrow  are  confefs'd 
And  cover'd  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 


!0BefOP,SAL,MXXXIr'    XXX"t- 
»  Before  his  judgment  feat  the  Lord 

He  rXT6  Permit-S  his  crim«  t0  rife  j 
«e  pl^ds  no  merit  of  reward, 

And  not  on  works  but  grace  relies. 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free, 

His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 
With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  jom  to  prove  his  faith  fmcere 

4  H °tJ!°uTS  i5ihat  ri^oufnefs 

Whil .  » '  5Suand  Cf ncds  a11  his  fras  •' 
W^eab"ght  evidence  of  grace 

Thro»6h  all  hu  life  appcts^dftiine.. 
A,utLrMr-   3Z'    S"0*dF«»'    Long  Metre. 

WiV  keCp  fl,eiJce  and  conceal 
What  to^entlT  f*  Wi'hin  »7  ^ 

whai:ro^0fttx^ienccfcci! 

?hf  g0Ad  rpCaks  a  Pining  WOrd, 
Thine  holy  fpiritfeal«ihegr«te 

3  ^[.^.^J^'ry  humble  foul 
Make  fwiftaddrcffes  to  thy  feat- 

i  Here :  ihall  they  find  a  bleft  retreat. 
4  SiW  ^  benealh  thV  ™ngs  I  lie, 

Shall  guide  me  fafe  from  evVyfnare 

"^fwr****     C~  Metre. 
Worh  &  Crtatim  and  Prwiface 

1   REJThICE'  lC ,ri'ghte0US'  in  theLord, 
c-         rThlS  work  belongs  to  you  • 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word 
How  holy,  juft  and  true  ' 


PSALM    XXXIII.  8t 

>t  His  mercy  and  his  righteoufnefs 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim  : 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wond'rous  name. 

3  His  word,  with  energy  divine, 

Thofe  heav'n ]y  arches  fpread, 

Bade  ftarry  hofts  around  them  fhine, 

And  light  the  heav'ns  pervade. 

4  He  taught  the  fwelling  waves  to  flow 

To  their  appointed  deep  ; 
Bade  raging  feas  their  limits  knowj 
And  ftill  their  ftation  keep. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacicus  earth, 

With  fear  before  him.  ftand  ; 
He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birtb, 
And  refts  on  his  command. 

6  He  fcorns  the  angry  nation's  rage, 

And  breaks  their  vain  defigns; 
His  counfel  Hands  thro'  ev'ry  age, 
And  in  full  glory  fhines. 

PSALM    33    Second  Part.     Common  M«$re, 

Creatures  vain;  and  God  All-fufficient. 
i   T>LEST  is  the  nation,  where  the  Lord 
X)  Hath  fix'd  his  gracious  throne; 
Where  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 

a  His  eye,  with  infinite  furvey, 

Does  the  whole  world  behold  ; 
He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

3  Kings  are  not  refcu'd  by  the  force 

Of  armies  from  the  grave  : 
Nor  fpeed  nor  courage  of  an  horfc 
Can  his  bold  rider  fave. 

4  Vain  is  the  flrength  of  hearts  or  mea, 

Nor  fprings  our  fafety  thence  ; 
But  holy  fouls  from  God  obtain 
A  ftrong  and  fure  defence. 


**  PSALM    XXXIII. 

5  God  is  thru- fear,  and  God  their  truft  : 
When  plagues  or  famine  fpread, 
His  watchful  eye  fecures  the  iuft, 
Among  ten  thoufand  dead. 

And  blefs  us  from  thy  throne; 

And  tr'ft  T^  tHy  W°rd  °ur  choi<*> 
And  truft  thy  grace  alone. 

P  S  A  L  M  33.    As  the  t 13th  Pfalm.     Firji  Pari. 
Works  of  Creation  and  Providence. 
1    VEvh°ly  fmiIs  in  God  reJ°»ce, 

CrZ?UT  M"kef S  Praife  becomes  your  voice, 
Great  is  your  theme,  your  fongs  be  new 

S«Bg  of  h,s  name,  his  word,  his^wayC 

His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
How  wife  and  holy,  juft and  true! 

2  Behold,  to  earth's  remote!!  ends, 

His  goodnefs  flows,  his  truth  extends  • 
His  pow'r  the  heav'nly  arches  fpread  : 

His  word,  with  energy  divine,      * 

Bade  ftarry  hofts  around  them  fhine, 
And  light  the  circling  heav'ns  pervade. 

3  His  hand  colleds  the  flowing  feas; 
Thofe  wafry  treafures  know  their  place, 

And  fill  the  ftore-houfe  of  the  deep  :  < 

He  Ipake,  and  gave  all  nature  birth  ; 
And  fires  and  feas,  and  heav'n  and  earth 

His  everlafting  orders  keep. 
4,  Let  mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  God  of  fuch  refiftlefs  pow'r, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage : 
Vain  are  your  thoughts   and  weak  y'our  hands, 
iiut  his  eternal  counfel  ftands, 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 


1 


PSALM    XXXIII,    XXXIV.      S< 

?SALM  33.   As  the  1 13th  Pfalm.  Second  Part. 
Creatures  vain,   end  God  M-fujfiaent. 
1   /~\H  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord 
V_/   Reveals  the  treafure  of   his  word, 

And  builds  his  church,  his  earthly  thr»ne  ! 
His  eye  the  heathen   world  furveys, 
He  form'd  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  ways, 
But  God  their  Maker  is  unknown. 
S  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  hoft. 

And  of  his  ftrength  the  champion  boaft, 

In  vain  they  boaft,  in  vain  rely ; 
In  vain  we  truft  the  brutal  force, 
Or  fpeed  or  courage  of  an  horfe, 
To  guard  his  rider  or  to  fly. 

3  The  arm  of  our  Almighty  Lord, 
Doth  more  fecure  defence  afford, 

When  deaths  or  dangers  threat'ning  ftand  l 
Thy  watchful  eye  prcferves  the juft, 
Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  truft, 

When  wars  or  famine  wafte  the  land. 

4  In  ficknefs   or   the   bloody   field, 
Our  great  phyfician  and  our  fhield, 

Shall  fend  falvation  from  his  throne; 
We  wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  fhine ; 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 

For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 

PSALM    34.    Fitft  Part.     Long  Metre. 
God 's  Care  of  his  Saints  ;  or,  Deliverance  by  Prayer, 

LORD,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days, 
Thy  praife  fhall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  : 
My  foul  fhall  glory  in  thy  grace, 
While  faints  rejoice  to  hear  the  fong. 

Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
Let  ev'ry  heart  exalt  his  name  ; 
I  fought  th' eternal  God,  and  he 
Ha&  not  expos'd  my  hope  to  fham&. 


*4  PSALM    XXXIV. 

8  r  to'<3  him  all  my  fecret  grief, 

My  fecret  groanings  reach'd   his  ears; 
"e  gave  my  inward  pains   relief, 
And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 
With  heav'nly  joy  their  faces  fhinq, 
A  beam  of  mercies  from   the  fkies 
Fills  them  with  light  and  love  divine. 

3  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Around  the  men  that  ferve  the  Lord  ; 
Oh  fear  and  love  him,  all  his  faints,  ' 
Tafte  of  his  grace,  and  tiuft  his  word. 

6  The  wild  young  lions,  pinch'd  with  pain 
And  hunger,  roar  through  all  the  wood; 
But  none  fhall  feek  the  Lord  in  vain, 
Nor  want  fupplies  of  real  good. 
PSALM  34.  n-^I2.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

C Religious  Education;  or,  InJlruEliont  of  Piety . 
HILDREN,  in  years  or  knowledge  young, 
Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents'  ioy, 
Attend  the  counfels  of  my  tongue, 
Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 
»  If  you  defire  length  of  days, 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  flatc, 
Reftram  your  feet  from  impious  ways, 
Your  lips  from  flander  and  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  faints^ 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries  ; 
He  fets  his  frowning  face  againft 
The  fons  of  violence  and  lies. 

4  To  humble  fouls  and  broken  hearts 
God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh  ; 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts 
When  men  in   deep  contrition  lie. 

5  He  teHs  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans. 
His  Son  redeems  their  fouls  from  death ; 
H's  fpirit  heals  their  broken  bones, 

His  praife  employs  their  tuneful   S?eath. 


PSALM      XXXIV.  g* 

?SALM  34.  1—10.  Firji  Part.  Com.  Metre, 
Prayer  and  Praife  for  eminent  Deliverance, 
1  I'LL  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day } 
JL     How  good  are  all  his  ways ! 
Ye  humble  fouls  that  ufe  to  pray, 
Come  help  my  lips  to  praife. 
e  Sing  to  the  honour  of  his  name, 
How  a  poor  fuff'rer  cry'd, 
Nor  was  his  hope  expos'd  to  fhame, 
Nor  was  his  fuitdeny'd. 
I  When  threat'ning  forrows  round  me  flood, 
And  endlefs  fears  arofe, 
Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood, 
Redoubling  all  my  woes. 

^  I  told  the  Lord  my  fore  diftrefs, 
With  heavy  groans  and  tears ; 
He  gave  my  fharpeft  torments  eafe> 
And  filene'd  all  my  fears. 

P  A    tJ    S   3. 

3  [Oh  firmers,  come  and  tafte  his  lovej 
Come,  learn  his  pleafant  ways-, 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove, 
The  fweetnefs  of  his  grace. 

6  He  bids  the  angels  pitch  their  tents, 

Round  where  his  children  dwell  ; 
What  ills  their  heav'nly  care  prevents, 
No  earthly  tongue  can  tell.] 

7  [Oh  love  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his; 

His  eye  regards  the  juft, 
How  richly  bleft  their  portion  is, 
Who  make  the  Lord  their  truft  ! 

o  Young  liens  pinch'd  with  hunger  ro&fy 
And  famifh  in  the  wood  : 
But  God  fupplies  his  holy  poor 
With  ev'ry  needful  pood.l 
8 


35     PSALM    XXXIV,    XXXV. 
P  S  A  L  M  34.     u—  22.  Second  Part.     C.  U. 
Exhortation  to  Peace  and  Holinefs. 
1    /^OME,  children,  learn  co  fear  the  Lord, 
V>l    And  I  hat  your  days  be  long, 
Let  not  a  falfe  or  fpiteful  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue, 
e  Depart  from  mifchief,  pra&ife  love, 
Puifue  the  works  of  peace; 
So  mail  the  Lord  your  ways  approve, 
And  let  your  fouls  at.  eafe. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  juft, 

His  ears  attend  their  cry  ; 
When  broken  fpirits  dwell  in  duft, 
The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

4  What  tho'  the  forrows  here  they  tafte 

Are  fharp  and  tedious  too, 
The  Lord  who  faves  them  all  at  laft, 
Is  their  fupporter  now, 
$  Evil  mall  finite  the  wicked  dead  ; 
But  God  fecures  his  own, 
Prevents  the  mifchief  when  they  Hide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 
6  When  defolation  like  a  flood 
O'er  the  proud  finner  rolls, 
Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 

For  he  ledeem'd  their  fouls. 
PSALM    35.     Ver.  i2,  13,  ,4.  C.  M. 
Love  to  Enemies;    or,  the  Love  of  Chrijl  to  SinncfS 
typified  in  David. 

1  T£E"OL,D  theI°ve,  the  gen'rous  love 
U  That  holy  David  fhows  ; 
Behold  his  kind  compaffion  move 

Eoi  his  affliaed  foes. 

2  When  they  are  fick,  his  foul  complains, 

And  feems  to  feel  the  fmart ; 
The  fpint  of  the  gofpel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 


PSALM    XXXVI.  8; 

3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole 

As  for  a  brother  dead  ! 
And  fading  mortify'd  his  foul, 

While  for  their  life  he  pray'di 
They  groan'd,  and  curft  him  on  their  bed, 

Yet  fiill  he  pleads  and  mourns ; 
And  double  bleffings  on  his  head 

The  righteous  God  returns. 

j  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace  ! 
Thus  Chrijl  the  Lord  appears  ; 
While  finners  curfe,  the  Saviour  prays, 
And  pities  them  with  tears. 
6  He,  the  true  David,  Ifr&'J'&  king, 
Bieft  and  belov'd  of  God, 
To  fave  us  rebels  dead  in  fin 
Paid  his  own  deareft  blood. 

PSALM    36.     5—9.    Long  Metre. 

The  Perfections  and  Providence  of  Ged;  or,  General 

Providence  and  Special  Grace. 
1  TTIGH  jn  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God, 

IjL   Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  fhines  ; 

Thy  truth  fhall  break  through  ev'ry  cloud 

That  veils  and  daikcns  thy  defigns. 
B  For  ever  firm  thy  juftice  Hands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep; 

Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 

Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  bead  thy  bounty  (hare; 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  faints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

4  My  God,  how  excellent  thy  grace  ! 
Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  fprin<rs* 
The  Tons  of  Adam  in  diftrefs, 

Fly  to  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings. 
Pa 


S3  PSALM    XXXVI. 

5  From  the  provifions  of  thy  houfc 
Wc  [hall  be  fed  with  fwcet  repaft  j 
There  mercy  like  a  river  {lows, 
And  brings  falvation  to  ourtafte. 

6  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  prefenceof  my  Lord ; 
-And  in  thy  light  our  fouls  fhall  fee 
The  glories  promis'd  in  thy  word. 

P  S  A  L  M  36.    Vcr.  ,,  2,  5, 6,  y,  9.  Com.  Metre 

Practical  Atheifm  expofdt  or,  the  Being  and  Altributi 

if  God  ajferted. 

1  TT7HILE  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways, 

VV     And  yet  a  God  they  own, 
My  heart  within  me  often  fays, 

"  Their  thoughts  believe  there's  none." 

2  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare 

(Whatt'er  their  lips  orofefs) 
God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 
Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace. 

3  What  flrange  fclf-flatt'ry  blinds  their  eyes! 

But  there's  a  hafl'ning  hour, 
When  they  fhall  fee  with  fore  furprife 
The  tenors  of  thy  pow'r. 

4  Thy  juftice  fhall  maintain  its  throne, 

Though  mountains  melt  away  ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep  unfathom'd  fea. 

,5   Above  thefe  heav'ns  created  rounds, 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend  ; 
Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds, 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 

6  Safety  to  man  thygoodnefs  brings, 
Nor  overlooks  the  heart  ; 
Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  childiea  chufe  to  reft. 


psalm   xxxvr.         £$ 

[From  thee,  when  creaturc-ftreams  run  low, 

And  mortal  comforts  die, 
Perpetual  fprings  of  life  (hall  flow, 

And  raife  our  pleafures  high. 

i  Though  all  created  light  decay, 
And  death  clofe  up  our  eyes, 
Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  day 
Where  clouds  can  never  rife.J 

PSALM    36.    1—7.    Short  Metre. 

The  Wickednefs  of  Man,  and  the  Majejly  of  God;  or, 
'  PraRical  Atkeifm  expofed. 

WHEN  man  grows  bold  in  fin, 
My  heart  within  me  cries, 
41  He  hath  no  faith  of  God  wichin, 
«  Nor  fear  before  his  eyes." 

2  [He  walks  a  while  conceal'd 
In  a  felf-flattering  dream, 
Till  hU  dark  crimes,  at  once  reveai'd, 
Expofe  his  hateful  name.] 

g  His  heart  is  falfe  and  foul, 

His  words  are  fmooth  and  fair; 
Wifdom  is  banifh'd  from  his  foul. 
And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there. 

4  He  plots  upon  hii  bed, 

New  mifchisfs  to  fulfil  ; 
He  fcts  his  heart,  and  hand,  and  head 
To  praftife  all  that's  ill. 

5  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 

Tho'  men  renounce  his  fear ; 

His  juIUce,  hid  behind  the  cloud, 

Shall  one  great  day  appear, 

6  His  truth  tranfeends  the  fky, 
In  heav'n  his  mercies  dwell  j 

Deep  as  the  fea  his  judgments  lie, 
His  anger  burn}  to  hell. 
I>3 


fo  PSALM    XXXVII. 

7  How  excellent  his  love, 

Whence  all  our  fafety  fprings  ! 
Oh  never  let  my  foul  remove 
From  underneath  his  wings. 

PSALM    37.     1— 15.     Firjl  Part.  CM. 

The  Care  of  Envy,  Fretfuhefs  and  Unbelief;   or,  tl 

Rewards  of  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked. 
a  TX  THY  fhould  I  vex  my  foul,  and  fret 
VV     To  fee  the  wicked  rife  ? 
Or  envy  fmners  waxing  great, 
By  violence  and  lies  ? 

2  As  flow'ry  grafs  cut  down  at  noon, 

Before  the  ev'ning  fades, 
So  fhall  their  glories  vanifh  foon, 
In  everlafting  fhades. 

3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  truft, 

And  practife  all  that's  good  ; 

So  fhall  I  dwell  among  the juft, 

And  he'll  provide  me  food. 

4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit, 

And  cheerful  wait  his  will ; 
Thy  hand  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet, 
Shall  my  defiles  fulfil. 

5  Mine  innocence  fhalt  thou  difplay, 

And  make  thy  judgments  known, 
Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 

And  glorious  as  the  noon. 
€  The  meek  at  laft  the  earth  poffefs, 

And  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ; 
True  riches,  with  abundant  peace, 

To  humble  fouls  are  giv'n. 

P    A    ¥    S    E. 

7  Reft  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way, 
Nor  let  your  anger  rife, 
Though  Providence  fhould  long  delay, 
To  punifh  haughty  vice. 


PSALM    XXXVII.  9* 

8  Let  Tinners  join  to  break  your  peace, 
And  plot,  and  rage,  and  foam  ; 
The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  fees 
Their  day  of  vengeance  come. 
fa  They  have  drawn  out  the  threat'ning  fword, 
Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow, 
To  flay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord, 
And  bring  the  righteous  low. 
xo  My  God  fhall  break  their  bows,  and  burn, 
Their  perfecting  darts, 
Shall  their  own  (words  againft  them  turn, 
And  pierce  their  flubborn  hearts. 
PSALM  37.  Ver.  16,  21,  26—31 .  Second  Part.  C.  M. 
Charity  to  the  Poor ;  or,  Religion  in  Words  and  Deeds. 

1  \  X  7HY  <*oth  tne  wealthy  wicked  boaft, 

VV     And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meaneft  portion  of  the  juft, 
Excels  the  (inner's  gold. 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friencls, 

But  ne'er  defigns  to  pay ; 
The  faint  is  merciful  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

J     3  His  alms  with  lib'ral  heart  he  gives 
Amongft  the  fons  of  need  ; 
His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  bleffed  is  his  feed. 

4  His  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane, 

To  flander  or  defraud  ; 
His  ready  tongue  declares  to  mea 
What  he  has  leam'd  of  God. 

5  The  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord 

Deep  in  his  heart  abide; 
Led  by  the  fpirit  and  the  word 
His  feet  fhall  never  Aide. 

6  When  finners  fall,  the  righteous  Hand 

Preferv'd  From  ev'ry  fnare  ; 
They  fhall  pofTefs  the  promis'd  land, 
And  dwell  for  ever  there. 
D4 


$*    PSALM  XXXVII,  XXXVIII, 

PSALM   37.  Ver.  23—37.    Third  Part.  CM. 

7_he  Way  and  End  of  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked. 

1   1VT  Y  God'  thc  ftePs  °*"  Pious  me° 
J-VX  Are  order'd  by  thy  will  ; 

Though  they  (hou'd  fall,  they  rife  again, 

Thy  hand  fupports  them  ftill. 

a  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways, 

Their  virtues  he  approves  ; 

Lle'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grac«, 

Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 

3  The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 

Their.portion  and  their  home ; 
He  feafts  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 
Of  bleffings  long  to  come. 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  men, 

Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  ; 

Ye  fhall  confefs  their  pride  was  vain, 

When  juftice  cafts  them  down. 

P    A    U    6    L. 

$  The  haughty  finner  have  I  feen, 
Not  fearing  man  nor  God, 
Like  a  tali  bay-tree  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 
#  And  lo,  hevanifh'd  from  the  giound, 
Deftroy'd  by  hands  unfeen  ; 
Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found 
Where  all  that  pride  bad  been. 
7  But  mark  the  man  of  righteoufnefs, 
His  fev'ral  fteps  attend  ; 
True  pleafure  runs  thro'  all  his  ways, 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

PSALM    38.     Common  Metre. 
Guilt  of  Confcience  and  Relief;   or,  Repentance  ani 

Prayer  Jor  Pardon  and  Health. 
X     A  MIDST  thy  wrath  remember  love, 
«*>.  Rellore  thy  fervant,  Lord, 
Nor  let  a  Father's  chaft'ning  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  fwoid, 


PSALM     XXXVIIf.  93 

2  Thine  arrows  ftick  within  my  heart, 

Myflefhis  forely  prefl; 
Between  the  "forrow  and  the  fmart 
My  fpirit  finds  no  reft* 

3  Mv  fms  a  heavy  load  appear, 

And  o'er  my  head  are  gone  ; 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'  atone. 

4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  fea 

That  finks  my  comforts  down  j 
And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day 
Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 

k  Lord  I  am  weaken'd  and  difmay'd, 
None  of  my  pow'rs  are  whole ; 
My  wounds  with  piercing anguifh  bleedj 
The  anguifh  of  my  foul. 

6  All  my  defires  to  thee  are  known, 

Thine  eye  counts  ev'ry  tear, 
And  ev'ry  figh  and  ev'ry  groan 
Is  notic'd  by  thine  ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope; 

My  God  will  hear  my  cry, 
My  God  will  bear  my  fpirit  up 

When  Satan  bids  me  die. 
[8  My  foes  rejoice  wheneVr  I  Hide, 

To  fee  my  virtue  fail ; 
They  raife  their  plcafures  and  their  pride , 

Whene'er  their  wiles  prevail. 

9  But  I'll  confefs  my  guilty  ways, 

And  grieve  for  all  my  fin  ; 
I'll  mourn  how  weak  the  feeds  of  grace, 
And  beg  fupport  divine. 

10  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  part, 

And  be  for  ever  nigh  ; 
O  Lord  of  my  falvation  hafte, 
Before  thy  fervant  die.] 
D5 


94  PSALM    XXXIX. 

PSALM  39-   Ver.x,  2,3.  Firf.  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
Watchfulness  over  the  Tongue  ;  or,  Prudence  and  Zeal. 

1  'T^HUS  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord, 

X     "  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
"  Left  I  let  flip  one  finful  word, 

"  Or  do  my  neighbour  -wrong." 

2  Whene'er  conftrain'd  a  while  to  ftay 

With  men  of  lives  profane, 
I'll  fet  a  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

0  I'll  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak 

The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 
Left  feoffors  fhould  th'  occafion  take 

To  mock  my  holy  zeaL 
jl  Yet  if  forne  proper  hour  appear, 

I'll  not  be  over-aw'd, 
But  let  the  fcoffing  tinners  hear 

That  we  can  fpeak  for  God. 

PSALM    39.     4'  5>  6>  7-     second  Part.   C.  M. 
The  Vdnity  of  Man  as  Mortal. 

1  npEACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days, 

JL     Thou  maker  of  my  frame; 
I  would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  fpan  is  all  that  we  can  boaft, 

An  inch  or  two  of  time: 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  duft 
In  all  his  flow'r  and  prime, 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  fhadows  o'er  the  plain  : 
They  rage  and  ftrive,  defire  and  love, 
But  all  the  noife  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  fhow, 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore, 
They  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  whe, 
And  ftrait  are  km  a©  more. 


PSALM    XXXIX.  95 

e  What  fhould  I  wifh  or  wait  for  then 
From  creatures,  earth  and  duft  ? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  difappoint  our  truft. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 
My  fond  defires  recal ; 
I  give  my  mortal  intereft  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

PSALM  39.   Ksr.9— 13-     Third  Part.  CM. 

Sick-Bed  Devotion ;    or,  pleading  without  repining. 

1  (T*  OD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 
V_T  Behold  the  pains  I  feel  ; 

But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  difpute  thy  will* 

2  Difeafes  are  thy  fervants,  Lord, 

They  come  at  thy  command  ; 

I'll  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  word, 

Againftthy  chaft'ning  hand. 

3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 

Remove  thy  fharp  rebukes  : 
My  ftrength  confumes,  my  fpirit  dies, 
Through  thy  repeated  ftrokes. 

4  Crufh'd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 

We  moulder  to  the  duft  ; 
Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ae'er  wrthftand, 
And  all  our  beauty's  loft. 

j  I'm  but  a  ftranger  here  below, 
As  all  my  fathers  were  ; 
May  I  be  wel^jvepar'd  to  go» 
When  I  thy'fummons  hear  I 

6  But  if  my  life  be  fpar'd  a  while 
Before  my  laft  remove, 
Thy  praife  fhall  be  my  bus'nefs  ftill, 
Aad  I'll  declare  thy  Iove» 


s5  P  S  A  L  M     XL. 

P  S  A  L  M  40.    Ver.  1,  2,  3,  5, 17.  rirjlftf*. 
Common  Metre. 

A  Song  cf  Deliverance  fom  great  Dijirefs. 

t    T  Waited  patient  for  the  Lord, 
X     He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry  ; 
He  faw  me  refting  on  his  word, 
And  brought  fatvation  nigh. 

£  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 
Where  mourning  lon£  I  lay, 
And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feet, 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  (land, 

And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 
To  praifethe  wonders  of  his  hand, 
In  a  new  thankful  fong. 

4  I'll  fpread  his  works  of  grace  abroad  ; 

The  faints  with  joy  fhall  hear, 
And  finners  learn  to  make  my  God 

Their  only  hope  and  fear, 
c  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love  ; 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great ! 
We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 

Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

6  When  I'm  affiitted,  poor  and  low, 

And  light  and  peace  depart, 

My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 

And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 

PSALM   40.  Ver.  6  —  9.  Second  Pc;/.  Com.  Metre. 

The  Incarnation  and  Sacrifice  of  Chrijl. 
1  nplllo  faith  the  Lord,  "  your  work  is*vain, 
1     «'  Give  your  burnt  ofFiings  o'er, 


la  dying  goals  and  bullock's  (lain 
•«  M\  foul  delimits  no  more," 


PSALM    XL  57 

a  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  »<  Lo  I'm  here, 
«  My  God,  to  do  thy  will; 
«  Whate'er  thy  facred  books  declare 
»  Thy  fervant  (ball  fulfil. 

3  «  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my  fight, 

"   1  keep  it  near  my  heart ; 
«  Mine  eyes  are  open'd  with  delight 
"  To  what  thy  lips  impart." 

4  And  fee  the  bleft  Redeemer  comes, 

Th'  eternal  fon  appears, 
And  at  th'  appointed  time  aliumes 
The  body  God  prepares, 
c  Much  be  reveal'd  his  Father's  grace, 
And  much  his  truth  he  ftiow  d, 
And  preach'd  the  way  of  righteoufne.ii 
Where  great  affembhes  ftood. 
6  His  Father's  honour  touch'd  his  heart} 
He  pity'd  finners  cries, 
And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part 
Was  made  a  facrificei 

Pause. 

»  No  blood  of  beafts  on  altars  fhed 
'        Could  wafh  the  confeience  clean. 
But  the  rich  facrifice  he  paid 
Atones  for  all  our  fin, 
8  Then  was  the  great  falvation  fpread, 
And  Satan's  kingdom  (book  J 
Thus  by  the  woman's  promis  d  feed 

The  ferpent's  head  was  broke. 
PSALM  40.  Vcr.  5-10.   Long  Metre. 
Chriji  our  Sacrifice. 
*  HP  HE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought, 
X    Exceed  our  praife,  furmount  our  thonghs  \ 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 
My  fpeech  would  faint,  my  numbers  tail, 


9$  PSALM    XLI. 

a  No  blood  of  beads  on  altars  fpilt, 

Can  cleanfe  the  fouls  of  men  from  guilt ; 
But  thou  haft  fet  before  our  eyes 
An  all-fuflicient  facrificc. 

3  Lo  thine  eternal  Son  appears, 
To  thy  defigns  he  bows  his  ears  ; 
AfTumes  a  body  well  prepar'd, 
And  well  performs  a  work  fo  hard. 

4  **  Behold  I  come,  (the  Saviour  cries, 
M   With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes,) 

11  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 
"  Of  fins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 
§  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
"  'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me, 
H  I  mull  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part, 
"  And  lo !  thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 

6  "  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 

"  And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 

"  When  on  my  crofs  I'm  lifted  high, 

•'  Or  to  my  crown  above  the  fky. 

7  •«  The  fpirit  fhall  defcend  and  fhow 

"   What  thou  haft  done  and  what  I  do  ; 

«{  The  wond'ring  world  fhall  learn  thy  grace, 

M  And  all  creation  tune  thy  praife." 

P  S  A  L  M  41.    Ver.  1,  2,  3.    Long  Metre. 
Charity  to  the  Poor;  or,  Pity  to  the  Afflitted. 

1  TTLEST  is  the  man,  whofe  breaft  can  move, 
JD  And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor, 
Whofe  foul,  by  fympathizing  love, 

Feels  what  his  fellow  fainfs  endure. 

2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do  + 
He  in  the  time  of  gen'ral  grief 

Shall  find  the  Lord  hath  mercy  too. 

3  His  foul  fhall  live  fecure  on  earth 
With  facred  bleffings  on  his  head, 
When  drought,  and  peftilence,  and  dearth, 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 


PSALM    XLII.  59 

a  Or  if  he  lar.guifh  on  his  couch, 
God  will  pronounce  his  fins  forgiv'ri, 
Will  fave  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  heav'n. 
PSALM     42.     1—9.     Fuji  Part.    C.  M. 
Defer  Hon  and  Hop; ;   or,  Complaint  of  Abjtnce  from. 

public  Worjhip. 
X  "TTTITH  earneft  longings  of  the  mind, 
V V     My  God,  to  thee  I  look  ; 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find, 
And  tafte  the  cooling  brook. 
«  When  (hall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace., 
And  meet  my  God  again  ? 
So  long  an  abfence  from  thy  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  foul, 

And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 
The  foe  infults  without  controal, 
"  And  whcre's  your  God  at  laji  ?" 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleafure  now 

I  think  on  ancient  days : 
Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  our  work  was  praife. 

6  But  why,  my  foul,  funk  down  fo  far 

Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 

My  fpirit,  why  indulge  defpair, 

And  fin  againft  my  God  ? 

7  Hope  in  the  Lord  whofe  mighty  hand 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove  ; 
For  I  fhall  yet  before  him  ftand, 
And  Sng  reftoring  love. 
PSALM     42.     6—11.    Second  Part. 
Melancholy  Thoughts  reproved;  or,  Hope  in  Affliftian. 
l   "\lfY  fpirit  finks  within  me,  Lord, 
JYX  But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 
And  times  of  paft  diftrefs  record, 
When  1  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 


too  PSALM    XLIH. 

e  Huge  troubles  with  tumultous  noife 
Sweil  like  a  fea,  and  round  me  fpread  ; 
The  rifing  waves  drown  all  ray  joys, 
And  roll  trcmend'ous  o'er  my  head. 

g  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love,, 
When  I  addrefs  his  throne  by  day, 
Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove; 
The  r.ignt  fha)l  hear  me  fing  and  pray. 

4  I'll  call  myfelf  before  his  feet, 

And  fay,  ««  my  God,  my  heav'nly  rock, 

<{  Why  doth  thy  love  fo  long  forget 

"  The  loul  that  groans  beneath  thy  ftroke  ?" 

5  I'll  chide  my  heart  that  fiuks  fo  low, 
Why  mould  my  foul  indulge  her  grief; 
Hope  in  the  Loid  and  praife  him  too  ; 
He  is  my  reft,  my  fure  relief. 

S  My  God,  ray  moft  exceeding  joy, 
Thy  light  and  truth  fhali  guide  me  ftill, 
Thy  word  fhall  my  beft  thoughts  employ, 
And  lead  me  to  thine  heav'nly  hill. 

P  S  A  L  M  43.    Common  Metre. 
Safety  in  divine  Protc8ion. 

1  JUDGE  me",  O  God,  and  plead  my  caufc, 
^J    Againft  a  finful  race; 

From  vile  oppreffion  and  deceit 
Secure  me  by  thy  grace. 

2  On  thee  my  fledfaft  hope  depends, 

And  am  I  left  to  mourn  ? 

To  fink  in  forrows,  and  in  vain 

Implore  thy  kind  return  ? 

3  O  fend  thy  light  to  guide  my  feet, 

And  bid  thy  truth  appear, 
Conduct  me  to  thy  holy  hill, 
To  tafte  thy  mercies  there. 

4  Then  to  thy  altar,  O  my  God, 

My  joyful  feet  fhall  rife, 
Ard  my  triumphant  fongs  fhall  praife 
The  God  that  rules  the  ikies. 


PSALM    XLIV.  101 

£  Sink  not  my  foul,   b?neath  thy  fear, 
Nor  yield  to  weak  defpair; 
For  I  fhall  live  to  praife  the  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  guardian  care. 

PSALM    44.    Vtr.  x,  «,  g,  8,  15,  26.  C.  M. 

The  Church's  Complaint  in  Perftcuiion. 
X   T    ORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  oldj 
I  j  Toy  works  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
When  to  oor  ears  our  fathers  told, 
The  wonders  of  their  days. 
2  They  faw  the  beaut'ous  churches  rife, 
The  Threading  gofpel  run  ; 
While  light  and  glory  from  the  fkies 
Through  all  their  temples  fhon«. 

2  In  God  they  boafted  all  the  day, 
And  in  a  cheerful  throng 
Did  thoufands  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  fong. 

4  But  now  our  fouls  are  feiz'd  with  fhame, 
Confofion  fills  our  face, 
To  hear  the  enemy  blafpheme, 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 
g  Yet  have  we  not  forget  our  God, 
Nor  falfely  dealt  with  beav'n, 
Nor  have  our  fteps  declin'd  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  haft  giv'n. 

6  Though  dragons  all  around  us  roar 

With  their  deftru&ive  breath, 
And  thine  own  hand  has  bruis'd  us  forgj 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 

P  a  v  S  e. 

7  We  are  expos'd  all  day  to  die, 

As  martyrs  for  thy  name ; 
As  fheep  for  (laughter  bound  we  liej 
Asd  wait  the  kindling  fla»e. 


102  FSAL  M    XLV. 

8  Awake,  arife,  almighty  Lord, 

Why  fleeps  thy  wonted  grace  ? 
Why  fhould  we  feem  like  men  abhor'd, 
Or  banifh'd  from  thy  face  ? 

9  Wilt  thou  for  ever  cafl.  us  off, 

And  Mill  neglect  our  cries? 
For  ever  hide  thine  heav'nly  lore 

From  our  affli&ed  eyes  ? 
io  Down  to  the  duft  our  foul  is  bow'd, 

And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 
Rife  for  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud, 

And  all  their  pow'rs  confound. 

IS   Redeem  us  from  perpetual  fhame, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  God  ; 
We  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name, 
The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

PSALM    45.    Short  Metre. 

The  Glory  of  Chrift.     The  Saccefs  of  the  Gofprft  and 
the  Gentile  Church. 

1  TVT Y  Saviour  and  my  Kins» 

xVX  Thy  beauties  are  divine ; 
Thy  lips  with  bleffings  overflow, 
And  ev'ry  grace  is  thine. 

2  Now  make  thy  glory  known, 

Gird  on  thy  dreadful  fword, 
And  rife  in  majeity  to  fpread 
Theconquefts  of  thy  word. 

3  Strike  through  thy  ftubbom  foes, 

Or  make  their  hearts  obey, 
Whilejuflice,  meeknefs,  grace  and  truth 
Attend  thy  glorious  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  are  right, 

Thy  throne  ihall  ever  ftand  ; 
And  thy  victorious  gofpel  prove 
Afceptrein  thy  hand. 


PSALM    XLV.  103 

[5  Thy  Father  and  thy  God 
Hath  without  meafure  fhed 
His  fpirit  like  a  grateful  oil 
T'  anoint  thy  facred  head.] 

[6  Sehold  at  thy  right  hand 
The  Gentile  church  is  feen, 
A  beaut'ous  bride  in  rich  attire, 
And  princes  guard  the  Queen.] 

7  Fair  bride,  receive  his  love, 

Forget  thy  father's  houfe ; 
Forfake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods, 
And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  vows. 

8  O  let  thy  God  and  King 

Thy  fweeteft  thoughts  employ  ; 
Thy  children  fhall  his  honour  ling, 
And  tafte  the  heav'nly  joy. 

f  SALM    45.    Common  Metre. 
The  perfonal  Glories  and  Government  of  Ckrij*. 

1  T'LL  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King, 
X  His  form  divinely  fair; 

None  of  the  fons  of  mortal  race 
M3y  with  the  Lord  compare. 

2  Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,  and  heav'nly  graee 

Upon  thy  lips  is  fhed; 
Thy  God  with  bleflings  infinite 
Hath  crown'd  thy  facred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  fword  victorious  Prince, 

Ride  with  majeflic  fway ; 
Thy  terror  fhall  ftrike  through  thy  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  ftands, 

Thy  word  of  grace  fhall  prove 
A  peaceful  fceptre  in  thy  hands, 
T»  rule  thy  faints  by  love. 


104  PSALM     XLV 

5  Jujce  and  truth  attend  thee  ftill. 
But  mercy  is  thy  choice  : 

w£.od'  ahy  God'  thy fouI  fl»u  fin 

With  moft  peculiar  joys. 
P  S  A  I  M     45.     ^  /^     Long  Metre< 
73<  G/,ry  */  ChriJI,  and  Power  of  his  Go/pel. 
1   XT°^  bf  m^  heart  infPir'<*  ^  »ng 

i .f  J re g  ?  "1* of my Saviour Ki4 

Jefus  the  Lord  ;  how  heav'nly  fair      6* 
Hts  form!  how  bright  his  beauties  are! 
*  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race 
He  tomes  with  far  fuperior  grace, 

h°V5[\°%  his  IJPS  divinely  flows, 
And  bleffings  all  his  ftate  compofe. 

3  Drefs  thee  in  arms  moft  mighty  Lord, 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  fword, 

In  majefty  an-J  glory  ride 

With  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  fide. 

4  Ihi,?e  an&cr'  like  a  pointed  dart. 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  ftubborn  heart : 
Or  words  of  mercy  kind  and  fweet 
fchall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

6  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  ftands, 

Grace  1S  the  fceptre  in  thv  hands  ; 

Thy  laws  and  works  are  juft  and  right 

But  grace  and  juftice  thy  delight. 
6  God,  thine  own  God  has  richly  fhed 

His  oil  of  gladnefs  on  thy  head  ; 

u"  A"h  his  facred  fPirit  b,cfs'd 
His  fuft  born  Son  above  the  reft. 

PSALM     4S.    Second  Pan.     Long  Metre. 
Ckrijl  and hh  Church;  or,  the  mtflical  Marriage. 

1   rFHf;JKill?  °f  faints>  how  fair  h's  face, 
A     Adorn'd  with  majefty  and  grace  ! 
He  comes  with  bleffings  from  above, 
Aed  wins  the  patios  to  his  love. 


PSALM    XtVI.  ios 

2  At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold 
The  Queen  array'd  in  pureft  gold  ; 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  drefs  ; 
Her  robes  of  joy  and  righteoufnefa. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own, 
He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne; 
Fair  ftranger,  let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  flate. 

4  So  fhall  the  King  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee  the  fav'rife  of  his  choice  j 
Let  him  be  lov'd  and  yet  ador'd, 
For  he's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord, 

5  Oh  happy  hour,  when  thou  fhaltrife 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  fkies, 

And  all  thy  fons,  (a  nutn'rous  train) 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 

6  Let  endlefs  honours  crown  his  head  J 
Let  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fpread  ; 
While  we  with  cheerful  fongs  approve 
The  condefcenhon  of  his  love. 

PSALM     46.     Firji  Part.    Long  Metre* 

The  Church's  Safety  and  Triumph  among  national  !&' 
folations. 

l    /"^  OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints, 

V_X  When  dorms  of  fharp  diftrefs  invade ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  prefent  with  his  aid. 

i  Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  hurl'd. 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there, 
Convulfions  fhake  the  folid  world, 
Our  faith  fhall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 
In  facred  peace  our  fouls  abide, 
While  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  fhore 
Trembles,  and  dreads  the  fwelling  tide* 


*o6  PSALM    XLV1 

4  There  is  a  ftream,  whofe  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God' 

And  '&  ?"d  j°y ^  8Iidin«  thro' 
-   ~TY?at  nno  ollr  d»vme  abode. 

;   5  ThatVaored  ftream,  thine  holy  word, 
Supports  our  faith,  our  fear  controuls, 
oweetpeace  thy  promifes  afford, 
And  give  new  ftrength  to  fainting  foul,. 

6  ^i*.enJ°!  her  Monarch's  love, 
*eTire  azafnft  a  threat'ning  hour:  -  { 

Nor  career  firm  foundation  move        h 
Built  on  fys  truth  ar^d  arm'd  with  pow£ 

^SAL^M    46.    hondPart*    Long  Metre. 
'•   Sights  for  lis  C$ck. 

1   J    ET  \ion  *n  her  Kijftr 

JL.J  Th«|tyrants  ragem( 
^-le  uttcrs#ts  almighty  vaicj 

M  nations  melt,*  the  I 
Lord  of  old  Sr  5 
Jacob's  God  is  ft.i 
Behold  the  wo^^u  '[.„ 
What  deflations  he  has 

3  From  fea  to  fea,  through  all\.,_ 
He  makes  the  noife  of  battle  c< 
When  from  on  high  his  thun< 
He  awes  the  trembling  worlc 

4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear, 
Chariots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flam 
Let  earth  in  filent  wonder  hear 
The  found  and  glory  of  his  name. 

5  "  Be  ftill,  and  learn  that  I  am  God, 

I  reign  exalted  o'er  the  lands, 

«  pW  A-lf  kn°,Wn  and  fear'd  abr°ad, 
out  lull  my  throne  in  Zi9n  Hands." 


PSALM    XL VI I,  XLVHI.     107 

6  O  Lord  of  hods,  almighty  King, 
While  we  fo  near  thyprefence  dwell, 
Our  faith  fhall  fit  fecure  and  fing, 
Nor  fear  the  raging  pow'rs  of  hell, 

PSALM     47.     Common  Metre, 
Chrijl  afcending  and  reigning, 

*  /*"\H  f°r  a  fhout  of  facred  joy 
K^J   To  God  the  fov 'reign  King  1 

Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ,  *  .    ^ 

And  jpymns  of  triumph  fing. 

#  Jfefus  o&r  God  afcends  on  high  ; 

His  heav'nly  guards  around- 
Attend  him  rifing  thro'  the  fky, 
With  trumpets  joyful  found. 

g  While  angels  fhout  and  praife  their  King,         * . « 
Let  mortals  learn  their  ftrains; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  fing ; 

O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns.  * 

4  Rehearfe  his  praife  with  awe  profound,  V 

Let  knowledge  guicfe  the  fong; 
Nor  mock  him  with  alldemn* found  k 

UpoiTa  thoughtlefs  tongue. 

£  In  JfraU  flood  his^nkient  throne, 
He  lov'd  that  choten  race ; 
But  now  he  callithe  world  his  own, 
And4hea<th.ens'tafte  his  grace. 

6  The' Gen|l&  nations  are  the  Lord's, 
Ther ofbrakav:' «  God  is  known  ; 
While  pow'rs  and  princes,  fhields  and  fwords 
Submit  before  his  throne. 

PSALM     48.     1—8.    Firji  Part.  S.M. 
The  Church  is  ike  Honour  and  Safety  of  a  Natim. 
1   r/^i  RE  AT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
LVjT  And  let  his  praife  be  great; 
He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
His  moft  delightful  feat. 


ioS  i>3ALM    XLVIII-: 

2  Thcfe  temples  of  bis  grace, 

How  beautiful  they  ftand  ? 
The  honours  of  our  native  place, 
And  bulwarks  of  our  land.] 

3  In  Zior,  God  is  known 

A  refuge  in  diftrefs  ; 
How  bright  has  his  falvation  fhone, 
How  fair  his  heav'nly  grace  ? 

4  When  kings  againft  her  join'd, 

And  faw  the  Lord  was  there, 
In  wild  ronfufion  of  the  mind 
They  fled  with  halty  fear. 

5  When  navies  tall  and  proud 

Attempt  to  fpoil  oar  peace, 
He  fends  his  tempeft  roaring  loud, 
And  finks  them  in  the  feas. 

6  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  feen, 
Hew  well  our  God  feturcs  the  fold 
Where  his  own  flocks  have  been. 

7  In  ev'ry  new  diftrefs 

We'll  to  his  houfe  repair, 
Recal  to  mind  his  wond'rous  grace, 
And  feck  deliv'rar.ce  there. 
PSALM     4.8.       20—14.     Second  Part.  S.  U, 
The  Beauty  of  the  Church ;  or,  Gofpel  Worjhip  and  Order 
1  TT'AR  as  thy  name  is  known 
Jj    The  world  declare*  thy  praife; 
Thy  faints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Their  fongs  of  honour  laile. 
at  With  joy  thy  people  ftand 
On  Z?o»'s'chofen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counfels  of  thy  will. 
3  Let  (hangers  walk  around 
The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground 
And  mark  the  building  well. 


PSALM     XLIX.  109 

4  The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 

The  worfhip  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  fongs,  the  folemn  vows, 
And  rrrake  a  fair  report. 

5  Hovv  decent  and  how  wife! 

How  glorious  to  behold  J 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worfhip  now 

Will  guide  us  'till  we  die; 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  fky. 
PS  AL  M  49-  rer.  6-1 4.  FirjlPart.  Com.  Metre. 
Pnde  and  Death;  or,  the  Vanity  of  Life  and  Richts. 

1  \\/    H  Y  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 

V  V      To  mfolence  and  pride, 
To  fee  his  w  ahh  and  honours  flow 
With  ev'ryriflng tide? 

2  [Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  fcom, 

Made  of  the  felf-fame  clay, 
And  boail  as  though  hisflefh  was  born 
Of  better  duft  than  they  ?] 

3  Not  all  his  treafures  can  procure 

His  foul  a  fhort  reprieve, 
Redeem'dfrom  death  one  guilty  hour, 
Or  make  his  brother  live. 

4  Eternal  life  can  ne'er  be  fold, 

The  ranfom  is  too  high  ; 
Juftice  wiil  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold, 
That  man  may  never  die. 
$  He  fees  the  brutifh  and  the  wife, 
The  ti  oi'rous  and  the  brave 
Quit  their  poffeflions,  clofe  their  eyes. 
And  haften  to  the  grave. 

6  Y«  *iS  *)is  inward  thoL«ght  and  pride, 
"My  houfe  fhall  ever  Hand 


<t  A     A     l  "'»*'  >-«n  U4iia  ; 

i/VIh    •    my  name  mav  long  abide 
"A  11  give  it  to  my  land." 
E 


1IO  PSALM    XLIX. 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  loft, 

How  foon  his  mem'ry  dies  ! 
His  name  is  buried  in  the  duft, 
Where  his  own  body  lies. 
Pause. 

8  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way, 

And  yet  their  fons  as  vain 
Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fay, 

And  aft  their  works  again, 
q  Men  void  of  wifdom  and  of  grace, 

Tho'  honour  raife  them  high, 
Live  like  the  beaft,  a  thoughtlefs  race, 

And  like  the  beaft  they  die. 

io  [Laid  in  the  grave  like  filly  fheep, 
Death  triumphs  o'er  them  there, 
Till  the  laft  trumpet  breaks  their  fleep, 
And  wakes  them  in  defpair.] 

P  S  A  L  M  49.  Ver   1 4, 15.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

Death  and  the  RefurrtBion, 

1  \7"E   fons  of  pride,  that  hate  the  juft, 
X     And  trample  on  the  poor, 
When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  duft, 
Your  pomp  (hall  rife  no  more. 

9  The  laft  great  day  mall  change  the  fcene; 

When  v/ill  that  hour  appear? 
When  fhall  the  juft  revive,  and  reign 
O'er  all  that  fcorn'd  them  here  ? 

3  God  will  my  naked  foul  receive, 

Call'dfrom  the  world  away, 

And  break  rhe  prifon  of  the  grave, 

To  raife  my  mouM'ring  clay. 

4  Heav'n  is  my  everlaRin^  home, 

Th'  inheritance  is  furc; 
Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  refume, 
Du:  I';]  repine  no  more. 


PSALM    XLIX,  L.  ,'„ 

PSALM     49.     Long  Metre. 

The  rich  Sinner's  Death,  and  the  Saint's  Refurreffion. 

1    \\T  H  Y  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor, 
V  V     And  boaft  the  large  eftates  they  have ! 
How  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 
Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave  ! 

*  They  can't  redeem  an  hour  from  death 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  truft; 
A  or  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 
VV  hen  God  commands  him  down  to  daft. 

8  Ihue,the  dark  earth™d  difmal  made 
Shall  clarp  their  naked  bodies  round  ; 
That  flefh  fo  delicately  fed 
L:es  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtlefslheep  the  firmer  dies, 
And  leaves  his  glories  in  the  tomb  ; 

I  he  faints  (hall  in  the  morning  rife. 
And  hear  th*  oppreffor's  awful  doom. 

5  His  honours  perifh  in  the  duft, 

And  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood  : 

*hat  glorious  day  exalts  tbejuft 

1  o  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 
S  My  Saviour  (hall  my  life  reftore 
And  ra,fe  me  from  my  dark  abode; 
Myllefhandfoul/hallpartnomore 
But  dwell  forever  near  my  God 

fArtLf^1'-6-    FlrJlP^    C-  Metre, 

TThelafl  Judgment;  or,  the  Saints  regarded. 
Bids^/wh^  Jute   bef0re  his  &«*• 
Bids  the  whole  eanh  draw  nigh. 

The  nations  near  the  rifing  fun. 
And  near  the  Wejlcrn  fky 

No  more  (hall  bold  blafphemers  fay, 

Judgment  will  ne'er  beg  in  ; 
No  more  abufe  his  long^delay 

To  impudence  and  fin. 
Ea 


ii2  PSALM    L. 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  (hall  come, 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  way, 
Thunder  and  darknefs,  fire  and  ftorm. 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  fhall  hear, 

Attendiug  angels  come, 
And  earth  and  hell  fhall  know  and  fear 
His  Jufticeand  their  doom. 

5  *'  But  gather  all  my  faints  (he  cries) 

"  That  madetheir  peace  with  God, 
M  By  the  Redeemer's  facrifice, 

«  And  feal'd  it  with  his  blood. 
€  •*  Their  faith  and  works  brought  forth  to  light, 

"  Shall  make  the  world  confefs 
M  My  fentence  of  reward  is  right, 

"  And  heav'n  adore  my  grace." 

PSALM  50.  ttr,  10,  it,  14,  15,23.  Second  Par 
Common  Metre. 
C'btdience  is  better  than  Sacrifice. 
1  rpHUS  faith  the  Lord,  "the  fpacious  fxel^ 
JL     "  And  flocks  and  herds  are  mine, 
'•  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
11  I  claim  aright  divine. 
8  "   I  afk  no  fheep  for  facrifice, 

"  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire; 
m  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife, 
"  Is  all  that  I  require. 

3  "  Invoke  my  name  when  trouble's  near, 
"  My  hand  fhail  fet  thee  free  ; 
«  Then  fhall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
"  The  honour  due  to  me. 
a  "  The  man  that  offers  humble  praife, 
«  Deflates  my  glory  beft ; 
«  And  thofe  that  tread  my  holy  waysj 
««  Shall  my  falvation  tafle." 


PSALM    L.  113 

PSALM    50.    Ver.    1,  5,  8,  16,  21,  22. 

TfoW  Pa/if.  Common  Metre. 
The  Judgment  of  Hypociites. 

1  T  X  THEN  Chrifl  to  judgment  mall  defcend, 

V  V       And  faints  furround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 

2  "  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  flain 

"  Will  I  the  world  reprove  ; 
"  Altars  and  rites,  and  forms  are  vaia 
M  Without  the  fire  of  love. 

3  "And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do 

"  To  bring  their  facrifice? 
*«  They  call  my  ftatutesjuft  and  true, 
•*  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 
A  c<  Could  vou  expeft  to  '(cape  my  fight, 
"   And  fin  without  controul; 
«  But  I  fhall  bring  your  crimes  to  light, 
t;  With  arguiih  in  your  foul." 
5  Confider,  ye,  that  flight  the  Lord, 
Before  his  wrath  appear  ; 
If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  fword, 
There  s  no  deliv'rer  there. 

PSALM     50.     Long  Metro 
Hypccrify  expofed. 
x  r  I  SHE  Lord,  the  Judge,  bis  churches  warns, 
JL       Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear, 
Who  place  their  hope  in  rites  and  forms, 
But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 

2  Vile  wretches  dare  rehearfe  his  name 
With  lips  of  lalfehood  and  deceit; 
A  ftiend  or  brother  they  defame, 
And  footh  and  flatter  thofe  they  hate. 

3  They  watch  t)  do  their  neighbours  wrong, 
Yet  dare  to  feek  their  Maker's  face; 
They  take  his  cov'nant  on  their  tongue, 
But  break  his  laws,  abufe  his  grace. 


"4  PSALM    L. 

4  To  heav'n  they  lift  their  hands  unclean, 

Defil'd  with  luft,  dcfil'd  with  blood; 

By  night  they  pra&ife  every  fin, 

By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God. 
$  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay, 

They  grow  fecure  and  fin  the  more  ; 

They  think  he  fieeps  as  well  as  they, 

And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour. 
6  Oh  dreadful  hour!  when  God  draws  near, 

And  fets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes! 

His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  (hall  tear, 

And  no  deliv'rer  dare  to  rife. 

PSALM     53.     To  a  new  Tune. 
The  loft  Judgment. 
*  rFNHELord,  the  fov'reign  fends  his  fnmmons  forth, 
X.       Calls  thejouik  nations, and  awakes  the  north', 

From  Eafl  to  Weft  the  founding  orders  fpread 

Thro'  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead; 

No  more  (hall  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay  ; 

Hisveng'ance  fieeps  no  more;  behold  the  day. 

2  Behold,  the  Judge  defcends,   his  guards  are  nigh, 
Temped  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fky  ; 
Heav'n.  earth  and  hell,  draw  near;  let  all  things 
To  hear  his  juftice  and  the  Tinner's  doom;  [come 
But  gather  firftmy  faints  (the  Judge  commands) 
Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant  lands. 

3  Behold,    my  cov'nant  (lands  forever  good, 
Seel'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood, 

And  fign'd  with  all  their  names ;  the  Greek  the  Jen 
That  paid  the  ancient  worfhip  or  the  new, 
There's  no  diftinftion  here,  prepare  their  thrones, 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'mes  and  my  fons. 
j.  I,  their  3hnighty  Saviour  and  their  God, 
I  am  their  Judge  ;  Ye  heav'ns  proclaim  abroad 
My  jufl  eternal  fentence,  and  declaie 
Thofe  aweful  truths,  that  finners  dread  to  hear; 
Sinners  in  Sion,  tremble  and  retire  ; 
I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 


PSALM    L.  115 

k  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  flain 
Do  I  condemn  thee ;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain, 
Without  the  flames  of  love  ;  in  vain  the  ftor» 
Of  brutal  off 'rings  that  were  mine  before  ; 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beads  and  favage  breed,  [feed. 
Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefts  where  they 

6  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 
When  did  I  thiift,  or  tafte  the  viftim's  blood  ? 
Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
Thy  folemn  chatt'rings  and  fantaftic  vows  ? 
Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftments  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

7  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  could'ft  thou  hope  to 
A  God,  a  fpirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ?  [pleafe 
While  with  my  grace  and  ftatutes  on  thy  tongue 
Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  doft  thy  brother  wrong ; 
In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
Thieves  and  adult'rers  are  thy  chofen  friends. 

8  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fufP ring  love, 

But  didft  thou  hope  that  I  fhould  ne'er  reprove  ? 
And  cherifh  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
That  God  the  righteous  would  indulge  thy  fin  ? 
Behold  my  terrors  now  ;  my  thunders  roll, 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul. 

9  Sinners,  awake  betimes  :  ye  fools,  be  wife; 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife ;  [mend, 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  finful  works  a- 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  yourfriend  ; 
Left  like  a  lion  his  laft  veng'ance  tear 

Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 
PSALM    50.     To  the  old  proper  Tune. 
Thelaji  Judgment. 
1  r"P'HE  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummons  forth, 
JL     Calls  ihc  foutfi  nations  and  awakes  the  north', 
From  eajl  to  weft  the  fov 'reign  orders  fpread, 
Thro'  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead. 
The  ttumpet  founds,  hell  trembles,  heav'n  rejoices  ; 
Lijt  up  your  heads ,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices, 
E  4 


ii6  PSALM    L. 

2  No  more  fhall  atheifts  mock  his  lone  delay; 
Hisveng'ance  fleeps  no  more  :  behofd  the  day; 
Behold  the  Judge  defcends;  his  guards  are  nigh; 
Tempeff  and  fire  attr-nd  him  down  the  fky. 

When  Cod  appears,  all  nature  /hall  adore  kirn  ; 
While fritters  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

3  "  Heav'n, earth, and  hell,  draw  near;  let  all  things 
"  To  hear  myjufricc  and  Lhefinner's  doom:  [come 
"  But  gather  firftmy  faints,  the  Judgecommands: 
4t  Brins;  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diflant  lands. 

When  Chrijl  returns,  wake  ev'ry  cheerful 'paffion  ; 
Andfhout,  ye  faints,  he  comes  for  your  filvation. 

4  "  Behold  my  cov'nant  Hands  forever  good, 
"  Seal'd  by  th' eternal  facrifice  in  blood, 

i:  Andfign'd  withalltheirnames;  the Greekthe  Jew 
"  That  paM  the  ancient  worfhipor  the  new. 

There's  no  difiinclion  here;  join  all  your  voices* 

And  raife  your  heads,  ye  faints,  for  heav'n  rejoices. 

$  "  Here  (faith  the  Lord)  ye  angels  fpread  their throneSj 
"  ^vnd  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fous, 
"  Come,  my  redeem'd,  pofTel's  the  joys  prepar'd 
*'  Ere  time  began,  'tis  your  divine  reward. 

When  Chrijl  returns,  wake  ev'ry  (Jieeiful  pajjion  ; 

Andfhout,  ye  faints,  he  comes  for  your  falvation. 

Pause     the  Firft. 

6  "  I  am  the  Saviour,   I  th'  almighty  God, 

'<  The  lov'reign  Judge :  ye  heav'ns  proclaim  abroad 
"  My  juft  eternal  fenience,  and  declare 
"  Thbfe  awful  truths  tha-   finners  dread   to  hear. 
When  God  appears  all  nature  /hall  adore  him, 
While Jin  tiers  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

7  "Stand  forth,  thou  bold  blafphemer  and  profane, 
"  Now  it-el  my  wrath,  nor  call  my  threatnmgs  vain; 
"  Thou  hypocrite,  once  dreft  in  faint's  attire, 

"  1  doom  ihe  painted  hypocrite  to  fire, 
Judgment  proceeds  hell  trembles,  heav'n  rejoices  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  ckeerjul  voices. 


PSA  L  M    L.  117 

3  "  Not  for  the  want  of  goats,  or  bullocks  flain 
"  Do  I  condemn  thee;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
"  Without  the  flames  of  love;  in  vain  the  ftore 
"  Of  brutal  off 'rings  that  were  miue  before. 
Earth  ?'j  the  Lord's,  all  nature  fhall  adore  him  ; 
IVhi'c /inner s  tremble,  pints  rejoice  before  htm. 

g  "  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 
"  When  did  I  thirft  or  drink  thy  bullock's  blood  ? 
"  Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts  and  favage  breed,- 
"  Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  fore  Ms  where  they 
All  is  the  Lord's,  he  rules  the  wide  creation  ;      [feed. 
Gives finners  veng'ance,  and  the  faints falvation. 

10  "  Can  I  be  flatterM  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
"  Thy  folemn  chatt'rings  andfantaftic  vows  ? 
"  Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftments  to  behold, 
11  Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 
God  is  the  judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  difguifes 
Canfcreen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rifes.  - 

P  a  u  s  2     the  Second. 
M  "  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  could'ft  thou  hope  to  » 
'  A  God,  a  fpint,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ?  [plea'V 
"  While  with  my  grace  and  ftatutes  on  thy  ton>ue 
^  Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  do'ftthy  brother  WForig. 
Judgment  proceeds,  hell  trembles,  heav'n  rejoices;     °* 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 
12  «   In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretend*- 

!!  Lhue,VeSuanrd,rdnk'rers  are  ^V  chofen  friends  ; 

While  the  falfe  flatt'rer  at  my  altar  wairs, 
'  His  harden'd  foul  divine  inftruftion  hares. 
God  is  the  judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  difiwfes 
Canfcreen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rifes. 

*3£,,,DSil?r,J  waifed  wilh  Jong  fuff  'ring  love  j 

But  dm  ll  thou  hope  that  I  fhould  ne'er  reprove  ? 
And  chenfh  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
"  Tnat  the  All-Holy  would  indulge  .fay  fn  ? 
See  God  appears,  all  nations  join  V  adore  him  ; 
Judgment  proceeds,  and  finners  fall  before  him 
£5, 


n8  PSALM    LI. 

14  il  Behold  my  terrors  now;  my  thunders  roll, 

"  And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul; 

"  Now  like  a  lion  fhall  my  vengeance  tear 

"  Thy  bleeding  heart,  a»d  no  deliv'rer  near. 

Judgment  concludes,  hell  trembles,  heav'n  rejoices; 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  iviih  cheerful  voices. 

Epiphonema. 
J5  M  Sinners  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools  be  wife ; 
"  Awcke  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  : 
"  Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  finful  works 

'    amend, 
"  Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend. 
Then  join  ye  faints,  wake  ev'ry  cheerful  paffion  ; 
When  Chrrjl  returns,  he  comes  for  your  falvatwn. 

PSALM     51.     Fir fl  Part.     Long  Metre. 
A  Penitent  pleading  for  Pardon. 

1  QHOW  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord,  forgive, 
O  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live; 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  a  tinner  truft  in  thee? 

2  iMv  crimes  are  grert,  but  can't  furpafs 
The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy  grace; 
Great  God,  ?hv  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found  ! 

j  O  wafh  my  foul  from  ev'ry  fin, 

And  make  my  guilty  cinfeience  clean  ; 
Hereon  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  pad  offences  pain  mine  c)(S. 

4  My  lips  with  fhame  mv  fins  confers 
Againft  thy  law,  :  race; 
Lord,  fhould  thy  judgment  grow  fevere, 
I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear? 

5  Should  fudc.en  vengearjee  feize  my  breath, 
I  mufl  pronounce  thee  juii  in  death  ; 
And  if  my  foul  were  fent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 


PSALM     LI.  1*9 

6  Yet  favea  trembling  (inner,  Lord, 

Whofe  hope  ftiU  hov'ting  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  fome  fweet  promife  there, 
Some  fure  fupport  againft  defpair. 

PSALM     51.     Second  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Original  and  atluai  Sin  confejjed. 

1    T    ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin, 
I  1     And  born  unholy  and  unclean, 

Sprung  from  the  man  whofe  guilty  fall 

Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 
ft  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 

The  feeds  of  fin  grow  up  for  death  ; 

The  law  demands  a  perfect  heart ; 

But  we're  dehTd  in  ev'ry  part. 

0  [Great  God  create  my  heart  anew, 

And  form  my  fpirit  pure  and  trne; 

Oh  make  me  wife  betimes  to  fpy 

My  danger  and  my  remedy.] 
4  Behold  I  fall  before  thy  face  ; 

My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace; 

No  outward  foims  can  make  m?, clean  i 

The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 
^  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beaft, 

Nor  hylop-branch,  nor  fprinkling  priefl, 

Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  fea, 

Can  wafh  the  difmal  ftain  away. 

6  jfefusy  My  God,  tiny  blood  alone 
Hath  pow'r  fufficient  to  atone  ; 
Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  fnow; 
No  Jevuijk  types  could  cleanfe  rne  fo. 

*  While  guilt  difturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  fiefh  nor  foul  hath  reft  or  eafe  ; 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice  ; 
And  make  my  broken  heart  rejoice. 


J2o  PSALM     LI. 

PSALM    51.     ThhdPart.     Long  Metre. 

The  Bachjlider  reftored;  or.  Repentance  and  Faith  in 
■  the  Blood  of  Ckrijl. 

OThou  that  hear 'ft  when  tinners  cry, 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book, 
a  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  foul  aveife  to  fin  : 
Let  thy  good  fpiii'  ne'er  depart, 
Norh.de  thy  prefence  from  my  heart, 
<3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Caft  out  and  banifh'd  from  thy  fight ; 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God  reftore, 
And  guard  me,  that  1  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  gi  iev'd  thy  fpirit,   Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  flili  afford, 

And  let  a  wretch  con.e  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  facrifice  I  bring; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 

6  Mv  foul  lies  humbled  tn  the  duft, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  jufl  ; 
Look  down,    O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  fave  the  foul  condemn'd  to  die. 

2  Then  will  1  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  (hall  learn  thy  fov 'reign  grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  fhall  praife  a  pard'ning  God* 

8  O  may  thv  love  infpire  my  tongue  ! 
Sa  \ation  fhall  be  all  myfong: 
An<i  all  my  pow'rs  (hall  join  to  blcfs 
The  Lord  my  ftrengthand  rignteoufnefs. 


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PSALM51.  Ver.  3—13.  Firjl  Part.  Com.  Metre, 
Oiiguml  and  aJual  Sin  confeffed  and  pardoned, 

1  T     ORD,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diftrefs 
JLj    And  guilt  before  thine  eyes; 

Againft  thy  laws,  againft  thy  grace, 
How  high  my  crimes  arife  ! 

2  Should'ft  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  hell, 

And  crufh  my  flefh  to  duft, 
Heav'n  would  approve  thy  veng'ance  well, 
And  earth  muft  own  it  juft. 

3  I  from  the  flock  of  Adam  came, 

Unholy  and  unclean; 
All  my  original  is  fhame, 
And  all  my  na  ure  fin. 
.4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 
Contagion  with  my  breath  ; 
And  as  mv  daysadvane'd  I  grew 
A  jufter  prey  for  death. 
.5  Cleanfe  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  foal 
With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 
Oh  make  my  broken  fpirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 
6  Let  not  thy  fpirit  e'er  depart, 
Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face; 
Create  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 
.£  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 
li.fore  the  Ions  of  men; 
Backflidcrs  thai  I  addrefs  thy  throne, 
And  tum  to  God  again. 

PSALM  51.  Ver.  14—17.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

Repentance  and  Fait  it  in  the  Blood  of  ihriji. 
I   f~^\  GJDof  mercy,  hear  my  call, 
V_-/  My  loads  of  guilt  remove, 
Breakdown  this  iepaiating  wall 
Tfcat  bars  me  from  thy  love. 


lWHA, 


»**  PSALM    LIL 

a  Give  me  the  prefence  of  thy  grace, 

cu  11  r     ^  reJoici"S  tonS«e 
ftiialUpeak  aloud  thy  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  thy  praife  my  fong. 
S  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifer  flain 
For  fin  could  e'er  atone; 
The  death  of  Chrift  (hall  ftill  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 
4  A  foul  oppreft  with  fin's  defert 
My  God  will  ne'er  defpife; 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart 
Is  our  beft  facrifice. 

PSALM     52     Common  Metre. 
The  Difappointment  of  the  Wicked. 
H  Y  fhould  the  mighty  make  their  boaft, 
And  heav'nly  grace  defpife  ? 
In  their  own  arm  they  put  their  truft, 
And  fill  their  mouth  with  lies. 
■2  But  God  in  vengeance  [hall  deftroy, 
And  drive  them  from  his  face  ; 
No  more  fhall  they  his  church  annoy, 
Nor  find  on  earth  a  place. 

3  But  like  a  cukur'd  olive  grow, 

Dreft  in  immortal  green, 
Thy  children  blooming  in  thy  love, 
Amid  thy  court*  are  feen. 

4  On  thine  eternal  grace,  O  Lord, 

Thy  faints  fhall  reft  fecure, 
And  all  who  truft  thy  holy  word, 
Shall  find  falvation  fure, 

PSALM     52.    Long  Metre. 

The  Folly  of  Self -Dependence. 

1   \K/r  H  Y  (hould  tne  haughty  hero  boaft 
V  V     Hisvcngclul  arm,  his  wailike  hoft? 
While  blood  defiles  his  cr^el  hand, 
And  defohuioa  wattes  the  land. 


PSALM    LIII. 

l  He  joys  to  hear  the  captive's  cry, 

The  widow's  groan,  the  orphan's  figh  : 
And  when  the  v/eary'd  fword  would  fpare, 
His  falfehood  fpreads  the  fatal  fnare. 

3  He  triumphs  in  the  deeds  of  wrong, 
And  arms  with  rage  his  impious  ton  me; 
With  pride  proclaims  his  dreadful  pow'r, 
And  bids  the  trembling  world  adore. 

4  But  God  beholds,  and  with  a  frown, 
Cafts  to  the  dull  his  honours  down  ; 
The  righteous  freed,  their  hopes  recal, 
And  hail  the  proud  oppreffor's  fall. 

5  How  low  the  infulting  tyrant  lies, 
Who  dar'd  th'  eternal  Pjw'r  defpife  ; 
And  vainly  dcem'd  with  envious  joy, 
His  arm  Almighty  to  deflroy. 

6  We  praifethe  Lord,  who  heard  our  cries, 
And  fent  falvation  from  the  ikies  ; 

The  faints  who  law  our  mournful  days*, 
Shall  join  our  grateful  fongs  of  praife. 

P  S  A  L  M     53      Vtr.  4—6.     Common  Metre, 
Vrtvry  and  Deliverance  from  P  erf  coition. 

1  A   R  S  all  the  foes  of  Si  on  fools 
1~\.     Who  thus  defhoys  her  faints? 
Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 

And  pities  her  complaints  ? 

2  They  fhall  be  feiz'd  with  fad  furprife ; 

For  God's  avenging  arm 
Shall  crufh  the  hand  that  dares  arife, 

To  do  his  children  harm. 
2   In  vain  the  for;s  offatad  bead 

Of  armies  in  array? 
When  God  hasfirfl  defpis'd  their  hoft, 

They  fall  an  eafy  prey. 
4  Oh  for  a  Word  from  Sion's  King, 

Her  caotives  to  ic.'ime  ! 
The  joyful  faints  thy  praife  fhall  fing, 

And  Ijr'el  weep  no  more. 


3*4  PSALM    LIV.  EV. 

PSALM     54.     Common  Metre. 
1   TOEHOLD  us,  Lord,  and  let  our  cry 
JD     Beft  re  thy  ihione  afcend, 
Cait  tnon  on  us  a  pitying  e\e, 
And  Hill  our  lives  defend. 
it  For  flaugh  'ring  foes  infult  us  round, 
Oppreflive,  proud  and  vain, 
They  cau  thj  temples  to  the  ground* 
And  all  our  rius  pro'ane. 
3  Yet  thy  forgiving  grace  we  truft, 
And  in  thy  pow'r  rejoii  e; 
Thine  arm  lhall  crufh  our  foes  to  duft 
Thy  praife  inipire  our  voice 

4.  Be  thou  with  thofe  whofe  friendly  hand 
Upheld  us  in  diftrefs, 
Extend  thy  truth  through  ev'ry  land, 
And  itill  thy  people  blefs. 

PSALM  55.  Ver.  1— 8,  .6,  17,  18,22.  Com.  Metre* 

Support/or  the  affiided  and  tempted  Soul.  . 

1  /^\  God,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 
V^/      Behold  my  flovving  tears, 
For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devife, 

And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

2  Their  rage  is  level'd  at  my  life, 

My  foul  with  guilt  they  load, 
And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  ftrife, 
To  fhake  my  hope  in  God. 

3  What  inward  pains  my  heart-llrings  wound, 

I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath  ; 
Horror  and  fear  belet  me  round 
Amongff  the  {hades  of  death. 

4  Oh  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove, 

And  innocence  had  wings; 
I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 
From  all  thefe  rcRkfs  things, 


PSALM    LV.  125 

g  Let  me  to  Tome  wild  defert  go, 
And  find  a  peaceful  home, 
Where  dorms  of  malice  never  blow, 
Temptations  never  come. 
6  Vain  hopes,  and  vain  inventions  all 
To  'fcaoethe  rage  of  hell ! 
The  mightv  God,  on  whom  I  call, 
Can  fave  me  here  as  well. 

Pause. 

*j  By  morning  light  I'll  feek  his  face, 
At  noon  repeat  mv  cry, 
The  night  (hall  hear  me  afk  his  grace, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 
8  God  (hall  preferve  mv  foul  from  fear, 
Or  fhield  me  when  afraid  ; 
Tenthourand  angels  muft  appear 
If  he  command  their  aid. 
o  I  caft  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
The  Lord  fuftains  them  all; 
My  courage  refts  upon  his  word, 
That  faints  fhall  never  fall. 
io  Mv  higheft  hopes  fhall  not  be  vain, 
My  lips  fhall  fpread  his  praife; 
While  cruel  and  deceitful  men, 
Scarce  live  out  half  their  days, 

PSALM  55.  far.  15,  16,  17,  19,  22.  Short  Metre, 

1  f    ET  finners  take  their  courfe, 
J_>      And  c^oofe  the  road  to  death; 
But  in  theworfhip  of  my  God 

I'll  fpend  my  daily  broth. 

2  Mv  thoughts  adrlrefs  his  throne, 

Wnen  morning  bnn^s  me  light; 
I  feek  hisblcffii-us  fv'rv  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 


ia6  PSALM    LVI. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 

O  my  eternal  Cod, 
While  finners  perifh  in  furprifc 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Becaufe  they  dwell  at  eafe, 

And  no  fad  changes  feel, 
They  neither  fear  nor  truft  thy  nan*, 

Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 
$  But  I  with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 
I'll  call  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 

And  reft  upon  his  word. 
6  His  arm  fhall  well  fuftain 

The  children  of  his  love; 
The  ground  on  which  their  fafety  ftands, 

No  earthly  pow'r  can  move. 

F  S  A  L  M     56.    Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  Opprejion  and  Falfehood:    or,  God's- 
Care  of  his  People,  in  anfwer  to  Faith  and  Prayer. 

1  (~\   Thou  whofejuftice  reigns  on  high, 
\^J     And  makes  th*  oppreflor  ceafe° 
Behold  how  envious  finners  try 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 
%  The  fons  of  violence  and  lies 
Join  to  devour  me,  Lord; 
But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rife, 
My  refuge  is  thy  word. 

3  In  God  moftholy,  juft,  and  true, 

I  haverepos'd  my  truft; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  flefh  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  duft. 

4  They  wreft  my  words  to  mifchief  ftill, 

Charge  me  with  unknown  faults  ; 
For  mifchiefa  all  their  counfels  fill, 
And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 


V 

PSALM    LVII.  1S.7V 

Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frown? 

Muft  their  devices  ftand  ? 
Oh  caft  the  haughty  finner  down, 

And  let  him  know  thy  hand  ! 
Pause. 
God  fees  the  forrows  of  his  faints, 

Their  groans  affecf  his  ears ; 
Thy  mercy  counts  my  juft  complaints, 

And  numbers  all  my  tears. 

When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry, 

The  wicked  fear  and  flee  : 
So  fwift  is  pray'r  to  reach  the  fky, 

So  near  is  God  to  me. 

8  In  thee,  moll  holy,  juft,  and  true, 

1  have  repos'd  my  truft ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  duft. 

9  Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 

Thou  (halt  receive  my  praife  ; 
I'll  fing,  how  faithful  is  thy  word! 
How  righteous  all  thy  ways ! 

10  Thou  haft  fecur'd  my  foul  from  death, 

Oh  fet  thy  pris'ner  free, 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath 
May  be  employ'd  for  thte. 

PSALM     57.     Long  Metre. 

Praife  for  Protection;  Grace  and  Truth. 

1  T\/T  Y  God  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings, 
XVX  Of  boundlefs  love  and  grace  unknown, 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  wings, 

Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  heav'us  I  fend  my  cry, 
The  Lord  will  my  defires  perform; 
He  fends  his  angel  from  the  fky, 

Aad  laves  me  from  the  threai'mng  dorm. 


i£8  PSALM    LVIII. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fix'd  ;  my  long  (hall  raife 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  name; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praife, 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

5  High  o  er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmoft  iky  ; 

His  truth  to  endlefs  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  diffolve  and  die, 
€  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

PSALM     58.     As  the  113th  Pfalm, 
Warning  to  Magijiratts. 
i    JUDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
J    Will  ye  defpife  the  righteous  caufe, 

When  vile  oppreffion  waftes  the  land  ? 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  finncrs  'fcape  fecure, 

While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe  your  hand  2 
ft  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew 
That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too  ? 

High  in  the  heav'ns  his juilice  reigns; 
Yet  you  invade  the  righis  of  God  ; 
And  fend  your  bold  dr-crees  abroad 

To  bind  the  confcicnce  in  your  chains* 
3  A  poifon'd  arrow  is  your  tongue, 
The  arrow  fharp,  the  poifon  Itrong, 

And  death  attends  where'er  it  wounds; 
You  hear  no  counfels,  cries  or  tt.ais; 
So  the  deaf  adder  Hops  her  e;irs! 

Agairift  the  pow'r  ot  charming  founds. 


PSALM    LIX. 

4  Break,  out  their  teeth,  eternal  God; 
Thofe  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  bJood  ; 

Arid  crufh  the  ferpents  in  the  duft, 
As  empty  chaff,  whenwhirlwinds  rife, 
Beforethe  fweeping  tempeft  flies, 

So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  lofl, 

5  Th'  Almighty  thunders  from  the  fky, 
Their  grand'ur  melts,  their  tides  die,. 

As  hills  of  fnow  diffolve  and  run, 
Or  fnailsthat  perilh  in  :heir  flime, 
Or  births  that  come  btiore  they-  time, 

Vain  binhs  that  never  fee  the  fun. 

6  Thus  fhall  the  veng'ance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  faints  afford  ; 

And  all  that  hear  fhall  join  and  fay, 
"  Sure  there's  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
u  A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry, 

"  And  will  their  fuff'rings  well  repay.' 

PSALM     59.     Short  Metre. 
Prayer  for  national  Deliverance  * 

1  TT  R  °  M  foes'  that  round  us  rife, 
_L     O  God  of  heav'n,  defend, 
Who  brave  the  veng'ance  of  the  fkies, 

And  with  thy  faints  contend. 

2  Behold,  from  diftant  mores, 

And  defert  wilds  they  come, 
Combine  for  blood  their  barb'rous  force, 
And  thro*  thy  cities  roam. 

3  Beneath  the  filent  fhade, 

Their  facred  plots  they  lay, 
Our  peaceful  walls  by  night  invade, 
And  wafte  the  fields  by  day. 

4  And  will  the  God  of  grace, 

Regard lefs  of  our  pain, 
Permit  fecu re  that  impious  race, 
To  riot  in  their  reign  ? 


Uo  PSALM    LX. 

5  In  vain  their  fecret  guile, 

Or  open  force  they  prove; 
His  eye  can  pierce  the  deeped  veil, 
His  hand  their  ftrength  remove. 

6  Yet  fave  them,  Lord,  from  death, 

Left  we  forget  their  doom  ; 
But  drive  them  with  thine  angry  breath, 
Thro'  diftant  lands  to  roam. 

7  Then  fhall  our  grateful  voice 

Proclaim  our  guardian  God  ; 
The  nations  round  the  eaith  rejoice, 
■And  found  thy  praife  abroad. 
PSALM     6o.     Common  Metre. 
Looking  to  God  in  the  Di/lrefs  of  War. 

1    T    °t>R  D,  ,th°U  haft  fcoarg'd  ol"-  guilty  land, 
■L-J  Benold  thy  people  mourn; 
Shall  veng'ance  ever  guide  thy  hand  ? 
And  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 
a  Beneath  the  terrors  of  thine  eye, 
Earth's  haughty  tow'rs  decay; 
Thy  frowning  mantle  fpreads  the  iky, 
And  mortals  melt  away. 
3  Our  Sion  trembles  at  thy  ftroke, 
And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand  ; 
Oh,  heal  the  people  thou  haft  broke, 
And  fave  the  finking  land. 

4  Exalt  thy  banner  in  the  field, 

For  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
From  barb'rous  hofts  our  nation  fhield, 
And  put  our  foes  to  fhame. 

5  Attend  our  armies  to  the  fight, 

And  be  their  guardian  God  ; 
In  vain  fhall  num'rous  pow'rs  unite, 
Againft  thy  lifted  rod. 
5  Our  troops,  beneath  thy  guiding  hand, 
Shall  gain  a  glad  renown: 
'Tis  God  who  makes  the  feeble  ftand, 
And  treads  the  mighty  down. 


PSALM    LXI,  LXII.  i3i 

PSALM     61.     Ver.  1-..6.     Short  Metre. 
Safety  in  God. 

1    \A7'HE^T  ovcrwhelrn'd  with  g»-ief, 
VV       My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Hclplefs  and  far  from  all  relief 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
a  O  lead  me  to  the  rock. 

That's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  fhelter  and  my  fhade. 

3  Within  thy  prefence,  Lord, 

For  ever  I'll  abide  ; 
Thou  art  the  tow'r  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  giveft  me  the  lot 

Of  thofe  that  fear  thy  name; 
If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 
I  fhall  poffefs  the  fame. 

PSALM    6a.     Ver.     5 — 12.   Long  Metre. 

NoTruJl  in  the  Creatures;  or,  Faith  in  Divine  Gract 

and  Power. 

1  l\/f  Y  ^nit  lo°ks  to  God  alone ' 
1VJL      My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne  j 

In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  ftraits, 

My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits. 

2  Trufthinj,  ye  faints,  in  all  your  ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face; 
"When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-fufficient  aid. 

3  Falfe  are  the  men  of  high  degree, 
The  bafer  fort  are  vanity  ; 

Laid  in  the  balance  both  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 

4  Make  not  increafing  gold  your  truft, 
Nor  fet  your  hearts  on  glitt'ring  duft  ; 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmoke, 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  f  joke  ? 


132  PSALM    LXIII. 

5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declar'd, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, 
'*   All  power  is  his  eternal  due  ;" 
He  mult  be  fear'd  and  trufLed  too. 

6  For  fov'reign  pow'r  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne: 
Thy  grace  and  julhce,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  lait  reward. 

PSALM    63     Ver.    i,  2,  5,  3,  4.    Fi).n  ?afU 
Common  Metre. 
The  Morning  of  a  Lord's  Day. 
l  T?ARLY5  my  God,  without  delay, 
JLL     I  hafte  to  feek  thy  face  ; 
My  thirfty  fpirit  faints  away 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 
2.  So  pilgiims  on  the  fcorching  fand 
Beneath  a  burning  fky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  ftream  at  hand, 
And  they  muft  drink  or  die. 

3  IVe  feen  thy  glory  and  thy  pow'r 

Thro'  all  thy  temple  fhine^ 
My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour, 
That  vifion  fo  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  bleffings  of  a  feaft 

Can  pleafe  my  foul  fo  well, 

As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  tafte, 

And  in  thy  prefence  dwell. 

5  Notlife  itfelfwith  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  bed  pjflions  move, 
Or  raife  fo  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus  till  my  laft  expiring  day 

I'll  blcfs  my  God  and  King  ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  fing» 


PSALM    LXIII.  tn 

PSALM  e3.Ver.  6-;10.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
Midnight  Thoughts  raolUaed. 

4   ''T^WASinthe  watches  of  the  night 
1.     I  thought  upon  thy  pow'r, 
I  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  fight 
Amidft  the  darkeft  hour. 
t  Myflcfh  lay  refting  on  rny  bed, 
My  foul  arofeon  high; 
My  God,  my  life,  my  hope,  I  faid, 
Bring  thy  falvation  nigh. 
3  My  fpirit  labours  up  thine  hill, 
And  climbs  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  ft'ill. 
While  I  purfue  my  God. 

*  ThJ, mercv  ftretches  o'er  my  head 
The  fhadow  of  thy  wings; 
MLhCart  reJoices  in  thine  aid, 
My  tongue  awakes  and  fings. 
$  But  the  deftroyers  of  my  peace 
Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain; 
The  tempter  fhall  for  ever  ceafe, 
And  all  my  Cms  be  fiain. 
6  Thy  fword  fhall  give  my  foes  to  death, 
And  lend  them  down  to  dwell 
In  the  dark  caverns  of  the  earth, 
Or  in  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSALM     63,     Long  Metre. 
longing  after  God;  or,  The  Love  of  God  better  than  Life. 

1  riR^uATG°d'  indu]gemyhumbleclairn, 
V^  Thou  art  my  hope,  mv  joy,  my  reft: 

I  he  glories  that  compofe  thy  name 

Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  bleft. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thousand  wife, 

Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God; 
And  I  am  thine  by  facied  ties; 
1  ny  Ion,  thy  fervant  bought  with  blood. 
F 


ri4  PSALM     LXIII. 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands- 
For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look, 

As  travellers  in  thinly  lands 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 
Among  the  faints,  and  feek  thy  face; 
Oft  have  1  i'een  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  pow'r  of  fov'reign  grace. 

5  Not  fruits,  nor  wines  that  tempt  oui  tafte,: 
No  pleafures  that  to  fenfe  belong, 

Could  make  me  fo  divinely  blelt, 
Or  raife  fo  high  my  cheerful  iong. 

6  My  Hfe  itfelf  without  thy  love 
No  tafte  or  pleafure  could  aiford  ; 
'Twould  but  a  tirefome  burden  prove,. 
If  I  were  banifh'd  from  the  Lord. 

7  Amidft  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
When  bufy  cares  afflict  my  head, 

One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight,. 
And  adds  refrelhment  to  my  bed. 

8  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raifc  my  voice, 
While  I* have  breath  to  pray  orpraife;. 
This  wotk  (hail  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  blefs  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

PSALM     63.     Short  Metre. 
Seeking  God. 
*  1\/fY  God.,  permit  my  tongue 
Jl^X      Thisjoy,  to  call  thee  mine  j. 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  taut  thy  love  divine. 
a  My  thirfry  fainting  foul 

Thy  mercy  docs  implore  : 
Not  travellers  in  defert  lands 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 
3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 
I  long  to  find  my  place, 
Thy  pow'r  and  glory  to  behold}. 
And  feel  thy  quick'ning  gr bca 


-PSALM    LXIV. 

4  For  life  without  thy  love 

No  rclifh  can  afford; 
No  joy  can  be  compar'd  with  this, 
I'o  ferve  and  plcafe  the  Lord. 

5  To  thee  I'll  lift  my  hands, 

And  praife  thee  while  I  live;. 
Not  the  rich  dainties  of  a  feaft 
Such  food  or  pleafuregive. 

6  In  wakeful  hcurs  of  night, 

I  call  my  God  to  mind; 
I  think  how  wife  thy  counfels  arc,. 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  halt  been  my  help, 

To  thee  my  fpirit  flies, 
And  on  thy  watchful  providence, 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

8  The  fhadow  of  thy  wings, 

My  foul  in  fafety  kee^s: 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 
And  he  fupp  ,rts  my  Reps. 

P  S  A  L  M     64.     Long  Metre. 

1   0R?AT  G°d'  atlend  t0  my  complaint. 
V^T    Nor  let  my  drooping  fpirit  faint: 
When  foes  in  fecret  fpread  the  fnafc. 

Let  my  lalvation  be  thy  care, 
a  Shield  me  without  and  guard  within, 

From  treach'rous  toes  and  deadly  fin* 

May  envy,  luft,  and  pride  depart. 

And  heav'nly  grace  expand  my  heart, 
3-  Thyjufticeand  thy  pow'r  difplay, 

And  fcatter  far  thy  foes  away; 

While  lul'ning  nations  learn  thy  won1, 

And  faints  triumphant  blcfs  the  Lord. 
4  Then  fhall  thy  church  exalt  her  voice' 

And  all  that  love  thy  name  Rjcice; 

By  taith  approach  thineawful  ihronc, 
And  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 
Fa 


W5 


i35  PSALM     LXV. 

PSALM  65.  Ver.   1—5    Fit  ft  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Public  Prayer  and  Praife. 

x  'THHE  praife  of  Sion  waits  for  thee, 

X     My  God;  and  praife  becomes  thy  houfe; 
There  fhall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee, 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

2  O  thou  whole  mercy  bends  the  fkieg 
To  fave  when  humble  finners  pray ; 
All  lands  to  thee  fhall  lift  their  eyes, 
And  ev'ry  yielding  heart  obey. 

3  Againft  my  will  my  fins  prevail, 
But  grace  fhall  purge  away  the  {taint 

The  blood  of  Chrift  will  never  fail 
To  wafh  my  garments  whiteagain. 

4  Blefl  is  the  man  whom  thou  fhalt  choofe, 
And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  thee; 

Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houfe, 
To  taftethy  love  divinely  free. 
Pause. 
g  Let  Babel  fear  when  Sion  prays; 
Babel  prepare  for  longdiflrefs, 
When  Sion's  God  himfelf  arrays 
In  terror  and  in  righteoufnefs. 

6  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 
What  his  amifted  faints  requeft ; 
And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 
His  love  to  give  his  churches  reft. 

7  Then  fhall  the  flocking  nations  run 
To  Sion's  hill  and  own  their  Lord  ; 
The  rifing  and  the  fetting  fun 
Shall  fee  the  Saviour's  name  ador'd. 

PSALM  65.    Ver.  5-*  3    Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Divine  Providence  in  Air,  Earth  and  Sea ;  or,  the 

God  of  Nature  and  Grace. 

THE  God  of  our  falvation  hears 
The  groans  of  Sion  mix'd  with  tears ; 
Yet  when  he  comes  wub  kind  defigns, 
Thro'  all  tha  way  his  terror  fhincs. 


PSALM     LXV.  137 

a  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  remoteft  ends, 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known, 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

$  Sailors  that  travel  o'er  the  flood, 
Addrefs  their  frighted  fouls  to  God, 
When  tempefts  rage  and  billows  roar 
At  dreadful  diftance  from  the  fhore. 

4  He  bids  the  noify  tempefts  ceafe  : 
He  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace, 
When  a  tumultous  nation  raves 
Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves. 

g  Whole  kingdoms  fhaken  by  the  ftorm, 
He  fettles  id  a  peaceful  form  ; 
Mountains  eftablifh'd  by  his  hand 
Firm  on  their  old  foundations  ftand. 

6  Behold  his  enfigns  fweep  the  fky, 
New  comets  blaze  and  lightnings  fly  ; 
The  heathen  lands  with  fwift  furprife, 
From  the  blight  horrors  turn  their  eyes. 

7  At  hie  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  eaft,  and  leads  the  day, 
He  guides  the  fun's  declining  wheels 
Over  the  tops  of  weftern  hills. 

8  Seafons  and  times  obey  his  voice; 
The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice 

To  fee  the  earth  made  foft  with  fhow'rs, 
Laden  with  fruit  and  dreft  in  flow'rs. 

9  'Tis  from  his  wat'ry  ftores  on  high, 
He  gives  the  thirfty  ground  fupply  : 
He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  drops  difpenfe. 

10  The  defert  grows  a  fruitful  field, 
Abundant  fruit  the  vallics  yield  ; 
The  vallies  fhout  with  cheerful  voice, 
Aud  neighb'ring  hills  repeat  their  joyi. 

F  3 


3-3 8  PSALM    LXV. 

ii   Thepafturesfmile  in  green  array, 
There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play  ; 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 
Each  in  his  language  fpeaksthy  name. 

12  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine; 
O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glories  thine; 
Thro'  cv'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear  : 
Great  God,  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year  ! 

T  S  A  L  M     6j.     Firjl  Part.     Common    Metre. 

A  P 'raver-hearing  God,  and  (he  Gentiles  called. 

i   T>RAISE  waits  in  Sion,  Lord,  for  thee, 
J_        There  fnall  our  vows  be  paid  .; 
Thou  hall  an  car  when  finners  pray, 
Allflelh  flxal!  fcek  thine  aid. 
2  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 
Butpard'ning  grace  is  thine, 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  pow'r  and  (kill 
To  conquer  ev'ry  fin. 
$  Bleft  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  choofe 
To  bring  them  near  thy  face, 
Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  houfe, 
Tofeaflupon  thy  grace. 

4  In  anfw'ring  what  thy  church  requefts, 

Thy  truth  and  terror  fhine, 
And  works  of  dreadful  righteoufnefs, 
Fulfil  thy  kind  defign. 

5  Thus  fhall  the  wond'ring  nations  fee 

The  Lord  ii  good  and  juft  ; 
And  diftant  i Hands  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  truft. 

6  They  dread  thy  glitt'ring  tokens,  Lord, 

When  fi^ns  in  hcav'n  appear  ; 
But  they  fhall  learn  thy  holy  word, 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 


PSALM    LXV.  139 

PSALM    65.    Second  Part.    Common  Metre. 

The  Providence  of  God  in  Air,  Earth  and  Sea  ;  or, 
the  Blejfings  of  Rain. 

1  'HP  I  S  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  ftand, 

X       God  of  eternal  pow'r  ; 
The  fea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempefls  ceafe  to  roar. 

2  Thy  morning  light  and  ev'nlngfhade 

Succeffive  comforts  bring; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harveft  glad, 
Thy  flow'rs  adorn  the  fpring. 

3  Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 

Heav'n,  earth  and  air  are  thine; 
When  clouds  diftil  in  fruitful  fhow'ri, 

The  author  is  divine. 
q  Thofe  wand'ring  cifierns  in  the  fky 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
Whofe  wat'ry  treafures  well  fupply 

The  furrows  of  the  ground. 
3  The  thirfly  ridges  drink  their  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  bleflings  Mill, 

Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

P  S  A  L  M     65.     Third  Part.     Common  Metre, 

The  Blejingt  of  the  Spring  ;  or,  God  gives  Rain. 
A  Pfalm  for  the  Hufbandman. 
•*    /~>  O  O  D  is  the  Lord,   the  heav'nly  King, 
VjST     Who  makes  the  earth  his  care  ; 
Vifits  the  pafturcs  ev'ry  fpring, 
And  bids  the  grafs  appear. 
e  The  clouds  like  rivers  rais'd  on  high, 
Pour  out  at  his  command 
•Their  wat'ry  blefiiu^s  from  the  fky, 
To  cheer  the  tbirfty  land. 
P  4 


140  PSALM    LXVI. 

3  The  foften'd  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  fpring  : 

The  vallies  rich  provifion  yield, 

And  the  poor  lab'rers  fing. 

4  The  little  hills  on  every  fide 

Rejoice  at  falling  fhow'rs, 
The  meadows  drefs'd  in  beauteous  pride 
Perfume  the  air  with  flow'rs. 

5  The  barren  clods  rcfrefh'd  with  rain 

Piomifeajoyfu]  crop; 
The  parched  grounds  look  green  again, 
And  raifethe  reaper's  hope. 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodnefs  crowns, 

How  bounteous  are  thy  ways  ! 
The  bleating  flocks  fpread  o'er  the  downs, 
And  fhepherds  fhout  thy  praife. 

PSALM    66.     Firjl  Part.     Common  Metrt, 

Governing  Power  and  Goodnefs ;  or,  our  Grace  tried 
by  AJfltdion. 
i    QING,  all  ye  nations  to  the  Lord, 
O     Sing  with  a  joyful  noife; 
With  melody  of  found  record 
His  honours  and  your  joys. 
S  Say  to  the  Pow'r  that  form'd  the  fky, 
"  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 
*'  Sinners  before  thy  prefence  fly, 
"  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 

3  [Come  fee  the  wonders  of  our  God, 

How  glorious  are  his  ways? 
In  Moles'  hand  he  put  the  rod, 
And  clave  the  frighted  feas. 

4  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 

While  Ifr'el  pafs'd  the  flood; 
There  did  the  church  begin  their  joyy 
And  triumph  in  their  God.] 


PSALM    LXVI.  i4i 

5  He  rules  by  his  refiftlefs  might : 

Will  rebel-mortals  dare 
Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  fight, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war  ? 

6  Oh  blefs  our  God,  and  never  ceafe ; 

Ye  faints,  fulfil  his  praife ; 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

7  Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fufPring  fouls, 

To  make  our  graces  fhine  ; 
So  filver  bears  the  burning  coals, 
The  metal  to  iefine. 

8  Thro'  -wat'ry  deeps  and  fiery  ways 

We  march  at  thy  command, 
Led  to  poffefs  the  promis'd  place 
By  thine  unerring  hand. 
PSALM  66.  Ver.  13-22.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  for  hearing  Prayer. 

1  N  V^W^  [°lemn  vows  be  P^ 
L  X     lo  that  Almighty  Pow'r, 

That  heard  the  long  requefts  I  made 

In  my  diftrefsful  hour. 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 

To  make  his  mercies  known  • 
Come  ye  that  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  woimers  he  has  done. 

3  WIhefou0Xm;:  ku3d  hL'*e  forrow*  fell, 

I  fought  the  heav'nly  aid  ; 

And  death's  eternal  fhade 

4  If  finlaycoverMinmyheart 

Nor  t!   3d  ^OWn  me  "o  regard.  ' 
Nor  I  hispraifesfung. 

5  But  God  (his  name  be  ever  Weft) 

Has  fet  my  fpirir  free  •  ' 

Nor  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  reciuefr 
Nor  tum'd  his  heart  from  tt 
F5 


i42    PSALM    LXVII,  LXVIII. 
PSALM     67.     Common  Metre. 
The  Nation's  Profperity,  and  the  Church's  Intreafe,. 
x    Q  H  I  N  E,  mighty  God,  on  Sion  mine, 
O    With  beams  of  heav'nly  grace; 
Reveal  thy  pow'r  thro'  all  our  coafts> 
And  fhow  thy  fmiling  face. 

2  [A  mid  ft  our  realm  exalted  high 

Do  thou  our  glory  ftand, 
And  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire 
Surround  the  fav'rite  land.] 

3  When  fhall  thy  name  from  fhore  to  fhorr 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad ; 
And  diftant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

4  Sir>£  to  the  Loid,  ye  diftant  lands, 

Sing  loud  with  folemn  voice; 
Letev'ry  tongue  exalt  his  praife, 
And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice. 

5  lie,  the  great  Lord,  the  fov'reign  Judgfj 

That  fits  enthrOn'd  above, 
In  wifdom  lules  the  worlds  he  made, 
And  bids  them  tr.fte  his  love, 
vs  Earth  (hall  obey  bis  high  command, 
And  )ic:ld  a  full  increaie  : 
Oar  God  will  crown  his  chofen  land 
With  fiuitfulncfs  and  peace. 
-   God,  the  Redeemer  fcatters  round 
His  choice:!  favours  here, 
While  the  cieEtion's  utmoft  bound 
{  ball  fee*  adore,  and  fear. 

PSALM  63.  Vir.  1-6, 32,35.  Fitji  Part.  Long  Metre. 

The  Vengeaue  and  compaffion  of  God. 
J    T    E  T  God  ari  c  in  all  his  might, 

\nd  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight; 
that  fought  to  cloud  the  ikies 
ivjore  the  rifing  tempctt  flies. 


PSALM    LXVITI  133 

-%  [He  comes  array'd  in  burning  flames; 
Jufiice  and  veng'ance  arc  his  names  : 
Behold  his  fainting  foes  expire 
Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire.] 

3  He  rides  and  thunders  thro'  the  fky ; 
His  name  Jehovah  founds  on  high  : 
Sing  to  his  name  ye  fons  of  grace ; 
Ye  faints  rejoice  before  his  face. 

4  The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  fharp  diftrefs; 
In  him  the  poor  and  helplefs  find 
A  Judge  that's  juft,  a  Father  kind. 

5  He  breaks  the  Captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  pris'ners  fee  the  light  again; 
But  rebels  that  difpute  his  will, 

Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darknefs  dill. 
•6  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong; 

Ciown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  fong  : 

His  wond'rous  names  and  pow'rs  rehearfc, 

His  honours  {hall  enrich  your  verfe. 
•7  He  fhakes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms; 

How  terrible  is  God  in  arms  ! 

In  Ifr'el  are  his  mercies  known, 

Ifr'el  is  his  peculiar  throne. 
8  Proclaim  him  king,  pronounce  him  bleftj 

He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  reft  : 

When  terrors  rife,  and  nations  faint, 

God  is  the  flrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 
PSALM  68.  Ver.  17,  18.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

(hrijl's  Afcenfton,  and  the  Gift  of  the  Spirit. 
1    T    O  R  D  when  thou  did  ft  afcend  on  high, 

i_i  Ten  thoufand  angels  fill  the  fky ; 

Thofe  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 

Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  ftate. 
a  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 

More  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there; 

While  he  p'ronoune'd  his  dreadful  law, 

Aad  ftruck  the  chofen  tribes  with  awe. 


*44  PSALM    LXVIII. 

3  ^0w  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  pow'rs  of  hell, 
That  thoufand  fouls  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led. 

4  Rais'dby  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  fent  his  prcmis'd  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  lor  rehel-men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

PSALM    68.    Third  Part.  Ver.  jcj,  g,  20,  21,  22. 
Long  Metre. 

Praife  for  T^  1  oral  Bleffings  ;  or,  Common  and  Special 
Mercies.  * 

1  \]{f  E  Wefc  '»e  Lord,  thejuft,  the  good, 

V  V      Who  fills  our  hearts  with  heav'nly  food  ; 
Who  pours  his  bleffings  from  the  flues 
*And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fupplies. 

2  He  fends  his  fun  his  circuit  round, 

To  cheer  the  fruits  to  warm  the  ground  ; 
He  bids  the  clouds  with  plenteous  rain 
Pvefrefn  the  thiifly  earth  again. 
2  Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  efcapes  from  death  : 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong; 
He  heals  the  weak,  and  guards  the  flrong. 

4  He  makes  the  faim  and  finner  prove 
The  common  bleffings  of  his  love ; 
But  the  wide  difP rence  that  remains,, 
Is  endltfs  joy,  or  endlefs  pains. 

5  The  Lord  that  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  head, 
On  all  th«  ferpent's  feed  fhall  tread, 
The  finbborn  finner's  hope  confound, 
And  fmite  him  with  a  lafling  wound. 

6  But  his  right  hand  his  faints  fhall  raife 
From  the  deep  earth  or  deeper  feas, 
And  bi  ing  them  to  his  courts  above ; 
There  fhall  they  tafle  his  fpecial  love, 


PSALM    LXIX.  lis 

PSALM  69.  Vtr.  1—14.  Firjl  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
The  Sufferings  of  Chriftfor  our  Salvation. 

1  "   Q  A  V  E  me,  O  God,  the  (welling  floods 

Vj  "  Break  in  upon  my  foul ; 
•«  I  fink  and  forrows  o'er  my  head 
M  Like  mighty  waters  roll. 

2  "  I  cry  till  all  my  voice  is  gone, 

"  In  tears  I  walle  the  day  : 
"  My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyes, 
"  And  fhorten  thy  delay. 

3  "  They  hate  my  foul  without  a  caufe, 

"   And  ftill  their  number  grows 
11  More  than  the  hairs  around  my  head, 
"  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 

4  "  'Twas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  debt 

11  That  men  could  never  pay, 

"  And  gave  thofe  honours  to  thy  law 

"  Which  finners  took  away. 

g  "  Thus  in  the  great  Meffiah's  name, 

"  The  royal  prophet  mourns  ; 

K  Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  griefj 

"  And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 

6  "  Now  fliall  the  faints  rejoice  and  find 

"  Salvation  in  my  name, 
"  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 
"  Of  furrow,  pain,  and  fhame. 

7  "  Grief  like  a  garment  cloath'd  me  round, 

"  And  fackcloth  was  my  drefs, 
"  While  I  procur'd  for  naked  fouls 
"  A  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 

8  "  Amongft  my  brethren  and  the  Jews 

"  1  like  a  ftranger  flood, 
"  And  bore  their  vile  reproach  to  bring 

*'  The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 
9.  "  I  came  in  finful  mortals  Read 

"  To  do  my  Father's  will : 
«'  Yet  when  1  cieans'd  my  Father's  houfe, 

•*  They  fcaadajiz'd.  my  zeal.. 


i46  PSALM    LXIX-. 

10  "  My  fallings  and  my  holy  groans 

"  Were  made  the  drunkard's  fong; 
"  But  God  from  his  celefiial  throne 
"  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 

11  "He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep, 
"  Where  fears  befet  me  round; 

"  He  rais'd  and  fix'd  my  finking  feet 

"  On  well-eftablifh'd  ground. 
«2  "  'Twas  in  a  mod  accepted  hour, 

"  My  pray'r  arofe  on  high, 
<(  And  for  my  fake  my  God  fhall  hear 

11  The  dying  finner's  cry." 

PSALM  69.  Ver.  14,  21,  26,  29,  32.  Second  Part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  Pajfwn  and  Exaltation  of  Chrift. 

1  \T  O  W  lee  our  lips  with  holy  fear 
i \l    And  mournful  pleafures  fing 
The  fuff 'rings  of  our  great  High-Priefi, 

The  forrows  of  our  King. 

2  He  finks  in  floods  of  deep  diftrefs; 

How  high  the  waters  rife! 
While  to  his  heav'nly  Father's  ear 
He  fends  perpetual  cries. 

3  «  Hear  me,  O  Lord,  and  fave  thy  Son, 

"   Nor  hide  thy  filming  face; 
w  Why  would  thyfav'rite  look  like  one 
"  Forfaken  of  thy  grace  ? 

4  "  With  rage  they  perfecute  the  man 

11  That  groans  beneath  thy  wound, 
"  While  for  a  facrifice  I  pour 
11  My  life  upon  the  ground. 

5  u  They  tread  my  honour  to  the  duft, 

*'  And  laugh  when  I  complain; 
M  Their  fliarp  infulting  fiandcrs  add 
••  Frelh  anguifh  to  my  pain, 


PSALM     LXIX.  147 

6  «   All  my  reproach  is  known  to  thcc, 

"  The  fcandal  and  the  (hame; 
«  Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  heart 
"  And  lies  defil'd  my  name. 

7  "  I  look'd  for  pity,  but  in  vain ; 

"  My  kindred  are  my  grief; 
"  I  afk  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 
"  But  meet  with  no  relief. 

8  "  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirft, 

"  They  give  me  gall  for  food; 
"  And  iporting  with  my  dying  groans, 
"  They  triumph  in  my  blood. 

9  "  Shine  into  my  diflreffed  foul, 

"  Let  thy  compaffion  fave; 
"  And  tho'  my  flefh  fink  down  to  death 

"  Redeem  it  from  the  grave. 
Jo  "  I  fhall  arife  to  praife  thy  name, 

"  Stall  reign  in  worlds  unknown; 
"  And  thy  falvation,  O  my  God, 

"  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne." 

PSALM     69.     Third  Part.  Common  Metre. 

Chrift's   Obedknce  and  Death ,-  or,    God  glorified  and 

Sinnusfuvcd. 
l    TJ1  A  T  H  E  R,  I  ling  thy  wond'rous  grace, 
X     I  blefs  my  Saviour's  name, 
He  bought  falvation  for  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  finner's  fhame. 

a  His  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  high, 
His  duty  and  his  zeal 
Fu'.fiTd  the  law  which  mortals  broke,. 
And  fimfh'd  all  thy  will. 
3   His  dying  groans,  his  living  fongs 
Shall  be;ter  pleafe  my  God, 
Than  harp  or  trumpet's  folemn  founj, 
Than  goats  or  bullock's  blocd. 


m 

148  PSALM    LXIX. 

4  This  (hall  his  humble  follow'rs  fee, 
And  fet  their  hearts  at  reft ; 
They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee", 
And  live  forever  blcft. 

r  Let  heav'n  and  all  that  dwell  on  high 
To  God  their  voices  raife, 
While  lands  and  feas  aflift  the  fky, 
And  join  t'  advance  his  praife. 
C  Sion  is  thine,  moft  holy  God, 
Thy  Son  lhall  blefs  her  gates ; 
And  glory  purchas'd  by  his  blood 
For  thine  own  Ifr'el  waits. 

PSALM    69.     Fuji  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Ckrijl's  PdJJion  and  Sinners  Salvation. 

!   Tpv  E  E  P  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 

\_J  The  deeper  forrows  of  ourLod, 

Behold  the  riling  billows  roll 

To  overwhelm  his  holy  foul, 
a   In  long  complaints  he  fpends  his  breath, 

While  hofts  of  hell,  and  pow'rs  of  death, 

And  all  the  fons  of  malice  join 

To  execute  their  curft  defign. 

3  Yet.  gracious  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love 
Has  made  the  curfe  a  blefling  prove ; 
Thofe  dreadful  fuff 'rings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'd  for  crimes  which  we  had  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord 
The  honours  of  thy  law  reftor'd  : 
His  forrows  made  thy  juftice  known, 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

5  Oh  for  his  fake  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  (inner  live: 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  n?me, 
Nor  fhall  our  hope  beturn'd  to  fhamc. 


PSALM    LXIX,   LXX.         H9 

V  S  A  L  M  69.  Ver.  7,  &c.  &««</  Part.  Long  Metre* 

C/uiJl's  Sufferings  and  Zeal. 
I   "yWAS  for  our  fake  eternal  God, 

JL       Thy  Son  fuftain'd  that  heavy  load, 
Of  bafe  reproa.h  and  foredifgrace, 
While  fhame  defil'd  his  facred  face. 

5  The  Jews  his  brethren  and  his  kin, 
Abus'd  the  man  that  check'd  their  fin  : 
While  he  fulfill'd  thy  holy  laws, 
They  hate  him,  but  without  a  caufe. 

3  "  [My  Father's  houfe,"  faid  he,  "  was  madt 
"  Aplace  forworfhip,  notfor  trade  ;" 
Then  featuring  all  their  gold  and  brafs, 

He  fcourg'dthe  merchants  from  the  place.} 

4  [Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God 
Confum'd  his  life,  expos'd  his  blood  : 
Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown, 

He  felt  and  mourn'd  them  as  his  own.} 
£  [His  friends  forfook,  his  follow'rs  fled, 
While  foes  and  arms  furround  his  head; 
They  curfe  him  with  a  fland'rous  tongue, 
And  the  falfe  judge  maintains  the  wrong.} 

6  His  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies, 
And  charge  his  lips  with  blafphemies  : 
They  nail  him  to  the  fhameful  tree  ; 
There  hung  the  man  that  dy'd  for  me* 

f  But  God  beheld,  and  from  his  throne 
Marks  out  the  men  that  hats  his  Son  : 
The  hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead, 
Shall  pour  the  veng'ance  on  their  head. 

PSALM     70.    Common  Metre? 
Protection  againji  perfonal  Enemies. 
a  T-N  hafte,  OGod,  attend  my  call, 
JL   Nor  hear  my  cries  in  vain  ; 
Oh  let  thy  fpeed  prevent  my  fall,. 
And  full  my  hope  fufta.in., 


1 5o  PSALM    LXXT. 

2  When  foes  infidious  wound  my  name, 

And  tempt  my  !oul  aftrav, 
Then  let  them  fall  with  Jailing  fhame, 
To  theirovvn  plots  a  prey. 

3  While  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice, 

And  glory  in  thy  word, 
In  thy  falvation  raife  their  voice, 
And  magnify  the  Lord. 

4  O  thou  my  help  in  time  of  need, 

Behold  my  (ore  difmay; 
In  pity  haften  to  my  aid, 
Noi  let  thy  grace  delay. 

PSALM  71.  Ver.  5-9.  Firjl  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

The  aged  Saint's  Reflexion  and  Hope, 

1  "]\/TY  God,  my  everlafting  hope, 
1.VJL   I  live  upon  thy  truth  ; 

Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  ftrengthen'd  all  my  youth. 

2  Mv  ftefh  wasfafhion'd  by  thy  pow'r 

With  allthefe  limbs  of  mine; 
And  from  my  mother's  painful  hour 
I've  been  entirely  thine. 

3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  feen 

Repeated  ev'ry  year ; 
Behold  my  days  that  yet  remain, 
I  trull  them  to  thy  care. 

4  Cail  me  not  off  when  ftrength  declines, 

When  hoary  hairs  arife; 
And  round  me  let  thy  glory  fhine, 
When'er  thy  feivant  dies. 

g  Then  in  the  hiil'ry  of  my  age, 
Wiien  men  review  my  days, 
They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page, 
In  cv'xy  lint  thy  praiic. 


PSALM     LXXI.  151 

PSALM  71.  Vcr.  14,  i5, 16,  23,  24,  25.  Second  Part. 
Common  Metre. 
Chriflour  Strength  and Righteoufnefs. 
1    1   TY  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 
IVjL   When  I  begin  thy  praife, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 
S  Thou  art  my  everlafting  truff, 
Thy  goodnefs  I  adore  ; 
And  iinr.e  I  knew  thy  graces  firft 
I  fpeak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  fhall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celeflial  road, 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  ftrengtfe 
To  fee  my  Father  God. 

4  When  I  am  fill'd  with  fore  diftrefs 

For  fome  furprifing  fin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteoufnefs, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vi&'riesof  my  King! 
My  foul  redeem'd  from  fin  and  hell, 
Shall  thyfalvation  fing. 
£  [My  tongue  fhall  all  the  day  proclaim 
My  Saviour  and  my  God, 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  fhame, 
And  fav'd  me  by  his  blood. 
•7  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  pow'rs ; 
With  this  delightful  fong 
I'll  entertain  the  darken":  hours, 
Nor  think  the  feafon  long.] 
PSALM  71.  Ver.  17—21.  Third  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
The  aged  Chrijlian's  Prayer  and  Song;  or,    Old  Age, 

Death  and  the  Refurretlion. 
t   fV  O  D  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth, 
VJT  The  guide  of  al!  my  days, 
J  have  declar'd  thy  heav'nly  truth, 
A.nd  told  thy  wond'rous  ways. 


'5*  PSALM    LXXII. 

t  Wilt  thou  Forfake  my  hoary  hairs, 
And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 
Who  fhall  fuitain  my  finking  years 
If  God  my  ftrength  depart  ? 
|  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 
Before  the  rifing  age, 
And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name 
When  I  fhall  quit  the  ftage. 
.  The  land  of  filence  and  of  death 
Attends  my  next  remove  ; 
Oh  may  thefepoor  remains  of  breatk 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love ! 


A    U    S    E. 


Thy  righteoufnefs  is  deep  and  high, 

Unfearchable  thy  deeds ; 
Thy  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  fky, 

And  all  my  praife  exceeds. 

Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threat'nings  roar, 

And  oft  endur'd  the  grief  ; 
But  when  thy  hand  hath  prell  me  fore, 

Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 
By  long  experience  have  I  known 

Thy  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fave  ; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down 

Securely  to  the  grave. 
When  I  lie  bury'd  deep  in  dull, 

My  flefh  fhall  be  thy  care; 
Thefe  wither'd  limbs  with  thee  I  truft 

To  raile  them  ftrong  and  fair. 

PSALM    72.     Firfi  Part.    Long  Metre* 
The  Kingdom  of  Chrift. 

GREAT  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway 
The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  pow'r,  exalt  his  throne. 


PSALM    LXXII.  153 

2  Thy  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heav'n  fubmits  to  his  commands; 
His  juftice  (hall  avengethe  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  pow'r  he  vindicates  the  juft, 
And  treads  th' opprrflbr  in  the  duft; 
His  worfnip  and  his  fear  (hall  hR, 
Till  hours  and  years,  and  time  be  paft, 

4  As  rain  on  meadows,  newly  mown, 
So  fhallhe  fend  his  influence  down: 
His  grace  on  fainting  fouls  diflils, 
Like  heav'nly  dew  on  thirfty  hills. 

5  The  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  fhades  of  overfpreading  death, 
Revive  at  h's  fir  ft  dawning  light, 
And  deferts  bloflbm  at  the  fight. 

6  The  faints  fliall  flourifh  in  his  days, 
Dreft  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praife: 
Peace,  like  a  river  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

P  S  A  L  M     72.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Chrijfs  Kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 
1     TESUS  fhall  reign  where'er  the  fun 

%JJ     Does  his  fucceffive  journeys  run  ; 

His  kingdom  ftretch  from  fhore  to  fnore, 

Till  moons  fhall  wax  and  wane  no  more, 
t  [Behold  the  nations  with  their  kings; 

There  Europe  her  beft  tribute  brings  ; 

From  north  to  fouth  the  princes  meet 

To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

3  There  Perfia,  glorious  to  behold, 
And  India  fhines  in  eafterngold; 
While  Weftern  empires  own  their  Lord 
And  favage  tribes  attend  his  word.] 

4  For  him  fhall  endlefs  prayer  be  made, 
And  endlefs  praifcs  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name  like  fweet  perfume  fhall  rife 
With  ev'ry  morning  facrifice. 


154  P'SAL  M    LXXIIL 

5  People  and  realms  of  ev'ry  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  fweeteft  fong;. 
And  infant-voices  (hall  proclaim 
Their  early  bleflings  on  his  name. 

6  Bleflings  abound  where'er  he  reigns 
The  joyful  pris'ner  burfts  his  chains  ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  reft, 

And  all  the  fons  of  want  are  bled. 

7  [Where  he  difplays  his  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curfe  are  known  no  more  ;: 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boaft 

More  bleflings  than  their  father  loft. 
3  Let  ev'ry  creature  rife  and  bring, 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King; 
Angels  defcend  with  fongs  again, 
And  earth  repeats  the  loud  amen.] 

PSALM     73.     FirJlPait.     Common  Metre. 
Affliclid  Scints  happy,  and  prof perous  Sinners  curfed. 
1    VT  OW  I'm  convine'd  the  Lord  is  kind 
JlN      To  men  of  heart  fincere, 
Yet  once  my  foolifh  thoughts  repin'd, 
And  border'd  on  defpair. 
a  I  griev'ci  to  fee  the  wicked  thrive, 
And  fpoke  with  angry  breath, 
"  How  pleafantand  profane  they  live  ! 
»  How  peaceful  is  their  death  ! 

3  "  With  well-fed  flefh  and  haughty  eyes 

"  They  lay  their  feais  to  fleep  ; 
"  Againit  the  heav'ns  their  flanders  rife, 
"  While  faints  in  filence  weep. 

4  "   In  vain  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 

"   And  c]eanremy  heart  in  vain; 
"   Tor  1  am  chaft'ned  all  the  day, 
'•  The  night  renews  my  pain." 

5  Yet  while  my  tongue  indulg'd  complaints, 

I  felt  my  heart  reprove  ; 
<<  Sure  I  fhallthus  offend  thy  faints, 
u  And  grieve  the  men  I  love," 


PSALM    LXXIIL  i55 

€  But  ftill  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard, 

The  conflict  toofevere; 
'Till  I  retir'd  to  fearch  thy  word,. 

And  Jearn  thy  fecrets  there. 
7  There  as  in  fome  prophetic  glafs, 

I  faw  the  Tinner's  feet 


High  mounted  on  a  flipp'ry  place 
Befide  a  riery  pit. 


I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boafr, 

'Till  at  thy  frown  he  fell; 
His  honours  in  a  dream  were  loft, 

And  he  awakes  in  hell. 
9  Lord,  what  an  envious  fool  I  was! 

How  like  a  thoughtlefs  bead  ! 
Thus  to  fufp<  £t  thy  promis'd  grace, 

And  think  the  wicked  blefl. 
20  Yet  I  was  kept  from  full  defpair, 

Upheld  by  piw'r  unknown  : 
That  blcffed  hand  that  broke  the  fnare 

Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 

PSALM  73.  Vcr.  23—28.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre* 
God  our  Portion  here  and  hereafter. 

GOD,  my  fupporter  and  my  hope, 
My  help  for  ever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 

When  finking  in'defpair. 
Thy  counfels,  Lord,  fhall  guide  my  feet. 

Thro'  hfe's  bewilder'd  race  ; 
Thine  hand  conduft  me  near  thy  feat, 
To  dwell  before  1  by  face. 
I  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 
'Twould  be  nn  jov  to  me  ; 
And  whilft  this  earth  is  my  abode, 

I  long  for  nbfte  but  th?e. 
What  if  the  fprings  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flefh  and  heart  fhould  faint,. 
God  is  my  foui's  eternal  reck, 
The  ftrcngth  of  cv'ry  faint,. 


i$6  PSALM    LXXIII. 

5  Behold  the  Tinners  that  remove 

Far  from  thy  prefencedie; 
Not  all  the  idol-gods  they  love 
Can  fave  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God 

Shall  be  my  fweet employ; 
My  tongue  (hall  found  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

PSALM  73.  Ver.  22,  3,  6,  17—20.  Long  Metre. 

The  Projpen'ty  of  Sinners  curfed. 
1   T    OR.D,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I, 

_Lj  To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine 

To  fee  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high, 

In  pride  and  robes  of  honour  mine. 
ft  Bi%  Oh  their  end,  their  dreadful  end! 

Thy  fanftuary  taught  me  fo  : 

On  flipp'ry  rocks  I  fee  them  (land, 

And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

3  Now  let  them  boaft  how  tall  they  rife, 
I'll  never  envy  them  again, 
There  they  may  ftand  with  haughty  eyes, 
Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endlefs  pain. 

4  Their  fancy'd  joys  how  faftthey  flee! 
Like  dreams,  as  fleeting  and  as  vain, 
Their  fongs  of  fofteft  harmony, 
Are  buta  prelude  to  their  pain. 

5  Now  I  efteein  their  mirth  and  wine, 
Too  dear  to  purchafewith  my  blood  ? 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 

PSALM     73.     Short  Metre. 
The  M\J}ery  of  Providence  unfolded. 
i    QURE  there's  a  lighteous  God, 
O      Nor  is  religion  vain  ; 
Xho'  '-r)cn  of  vice  may  boaft  aloud, 
And  a  .      -  complain, 


PSALM    LXXIII.  ij7 

a  I  faw  the  wicked  rife, 

And  felt  my  heirt  repine, 
While  haughty  foofc  with  fcornful  eyesy 
Iq  robes  of  honour  fhine. 

3  [Parnper'd  with  wanton  eafe, 

rheirflefli  iooksfull  and  fair, 
Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  feas, 
And  grows  without  their  care. 

4  Free  from  the  plagues  and  pains 

That  pious  fouls  endure, 
Thro'  all  their  Ufe  oppreffjon  reigns, 
And  racks  the  humble  poor. 

5  Their  impious  tongues  blafpheme 

The  everlafting  God  : 
Their  malice  Walls  the  good  man's  name,. 

And  fpreads  their  lies  abroad. 
But  I  with  flowing  tears 

InduJg'd  my  doubts  to  rife  ; 
«'•  Is  there  a  God  that  fees  or  hears 

"  The  things  below  the  fkies  ?"] 
The  tumult  of  my  thought 

Held  me  in  hard  lufptnie, 
Till  to  thy  houie  my  feet  were  brought 

To  learn  thy  juilice  thence. 
I  Thy  word  with  light  and  pow'r, 

Did  my  millake  amend  ; 
I  view'd  the  finuers  life  before, 

But  here  I  learnt  their  end. 

On  what  a  flipp'ry  deep 

The  thoughtkfs  wretches  goj. 
And  Oh  !    hat  dreadful  fiery  deep- 
That  waits  their  fall  below  ! 
0  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  : 
I  cali  my  God  my  portion  now}; 
Aud  ai;  my  paw'is  are  thine, 
G 


i53  PSALM    LXXIV. 

PSALM     74.     Common  Metre. 
The  Church  pleading  with  God  under  fore  Perfecutiont 
\   \\T  *  L  L  God  for  ever  caft  us  off! 
VV     His  wrath  for  ever  fmoke 
Again  ft  the  people  of  his  love, 
His  little  chofen  flock.  ? 

2  Think  of  the  tribes  fo  dearly  bought 

With  their  Redeemer's  blood ; 
Nor  let  thy  Sion  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  glory  flood. 

3  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  hade, 

Aloud  our  ruin  calls; 
See  what  a  wild  and  fearful  wafte 
Is  made  within  thy  walls. 

4  Where  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  fang 

Thy  foes  profanely  rage  ; 
Amid  thy  gates  their  enligns  hang, 
And  there  their  hofts  engage. 

5  How  are  the  feats  of  worfhip  broke  ? 

They  tear  the  buildings  down, 
And  he  that  deals  the  heaviell  ftroke, 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 

6  With  flames  they  threaten  to  deftroy 

Thy  children  in  their  reft ; 
Come  let  us  burn  at  once,  they  cry, 
The  temple  and  the  prieft. 

7  And  ftill  to  heighten  our  diftrefs, 

Thy  prefencc  is  withdrawn  ; 
Thy  wonted  figns  of  pow'rand  grace, 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace  are  gone. 

8  No  prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  grief, 

But  all  in  filence  mourn; 
Nor  know  thetimes  of  our  relief 
The  hour  of  thy  return. 

P   a   u    s    E. 
g  How  long,  eternal  God,  how  Ion?, 
Shall  men  •  f  pride  blafphcme? 
Shall  faints  be  made  their  cndlefs  fong, 
And  bear  immortal  tharne  ? 


PSALM    LXXV.  159 

tp  Canft  thou  for  ever  fit  and  hear 
Thine  holy  name  profan'd  ? 
And  ftill  tiiy  jealoufy  forbear, 
And  ftill  withold  thine  hand  ? 

1 1  What  ftrange  deliv'rance  haft  thou  fhow» 

In  ages  long  before? 
And  now  no  other  God  we  own. 
No  other  God  adore. 

12  Thou  didft  divide  the  raging  fea 

By  thy  refiftlefs  might, 
To  make  thy  tribes  a  wond'rous  way, 
And  then  fecure  their  flight. 

13  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine, 

The  darknefs  and  the  day  ? 
Didft  thou  not  bid  the  morning  fhine, 
And  mark  the  fun  his  way  ? 

1 4  Hath  not  thy  pow'r  form'd  ev'ry  coaft, 

And  fet  the  earth  its  bounds, 
With  fummer's  heat  and  winter's  froft, 
In  their  perpetual  rounds  ? 

15  And  fhall  the  fons  of  earth  and  duft 

That  facred  pow'r  blafpheme  ? 
Will  not  thy  hand  that  form'd  them  firft 
Avenge  thine  injur'd  name  ? 

16  Think onthe  cov'nant  thou  haft  made, 

And  all  thy  words  of  love; 
Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade 
And  vex  thy  trembling  dove. 

17  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  blood, 

And  make  our  hope  their  jeft; 
Plead  thine  own  caufe,  almighty  God, 
And  give  thy  children  reft. 

PSALM     75.     Long  Metre. 
Praifc  to  God  for  the  Return  of  Peace. 
1  rT*,0  thee,  moft  high  and  holy  God, 
X       To  thee  our  thankful  hearts  we  raife ; 
Thy  works  declare  thynameabroad, 

Thy  wond'rous  works  demand  our  praifc, 
Ga 


iCo  PSALM     LXXV1. 

Sl  To  flav'ry  doom'd,  thy  chofen  fons 
Beheld  their  foes  triumphant  rife; 
-And  fore  oppteft  by  eaithly  thrones, 
They  fought  the  Sov'reign  of  the  fkies. 
g  Tvvas  then,  great  God,  with  equal  pow% 
Arofe  thy  veng'ance  and  thy  grace, 
To  fcourge  their  legions  from  the  fhorc, 
And  fave  the  rem'nant  of  thy  race. 

4  Thy  hand  that  form'd  the  refllefs  main, 

And  rear'd  the  mountain's  awful  head, 
Bade  raging  feas  their  courfe  reflrain, 
And  defert  wilds  receive  their  dead. 

5  Such  wonders  never  come  by  chance, 

Nor  can  the  winds  fuch  bleffnigs  blow  i 
•"Tis  God  the  judge  doth  one  advance, 
'Tis  God  that  lays  another  low. 

6  Let  haughty  tyrants  fink  their  piide, 

Nor  lift  fo  high  their  fcornful  head; 
Bui  lay  their  impious  thoughts  afidff, 
And  own  the  empire  God  Lath  made. 
PSALM     76.     Common  Metre. 
fjractjavedi  and  the  Affyrians  deftroyed ;  cr,  6 

geance  again/i  his  I -names  ftrvt&is  Jrott  kk  Ctotrcb. 
x-    [  N  Jud;-i.  God  of  old  "was  known; 
X     His  name  in  Ifrael  great ; 
In  Salem  flood  his  holy  throne, 
And  Sion  was  his  feat, 
fr  Among  the  c  raif-:s  of  his  faints, 
His  dwelling  there  hechofe; 
There  he  received  their  jufl  complaints, 
Agair.it  their  haughty  foes. 
3  From  Sion  went  his  dr«adful  v/ord, 
And  biokethe  threat'ning(pear ; 
The  bow,  the  21  rows,  and  the  fword. 
And  crulh'd  th'  Affyrian  war. 
f  What  arc  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  clfe 
But  mighty  hills  of  prev  ? 
Tnehiiicm  which  Jehovah  dwell* 
Is.  glorioos  more  than  they. 


PSALM    LXXVII.  16.1 

5  'Twas  Sion's  king  that  ftop'd  the  breath 

Of  captains  and  their  bands: 
The  men  of  might  deep  fail  in  death, 
That  quells  their  warlike  hand;. 

6  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 

Both  horfe  and  chariots  fell : 
Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod! 
Thy  veng'ance  who  can  tell  ? 

7  What  pow'r  canfland  before  thy  fight 

When  once  thy  wrath  appears  ? 
When  heav'n  fh-ines  round  with  dreadful  ly.t, 
The  earth  adores  and  fears. 

8  When  God  in  his  own  fov'reign  ways 

Comes  down  to  fave  the  oppreft, 
The  -wrath  of  man  fhall  work  his  praife, 
And  he'll  reftiain  the  reft, 
q  [Vows  to  the  Lord  and  tribute  bring, 
Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown  ; 
His  terrors  (hake  the  proudeft  king, 
And  fmite  his  armies  down, 
lo  The  thunder  of  his  fharp  rebuke 
Our  haughty  foes  fhall  feel ; 
For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  foifook, 
But  dwells  in  Sion  ftill.] 
PSALM    77.     Fhjl  Part.  Coramon  Metre* 
Melancholy  ajfaulting,  and  Hope  prevailing. 
1  r-ip  o  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice, 
X     I  fought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  fad  hour  when  trouble  rofe, 
Andfill'd  my  heart  with  fear. 
E  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights* 
My  foul  refos'd  relief; 
I  thought  on  God,  thejuftand  wife, 
But  thoughts  increas'd  my  grief. 
.3  Still  I  complain'd  and  ftill  oppreft, 
Mv  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  thy  wrath  forbade  me  reft, 
And  kept  mine  eyes  awake, 


162  PSALM    LXXVII. 

4  My  overwhelming  forrows  grew, 

'Till  I  could  fpeak  no  more; 
Then  1  within  myfelf  withdrew, 
And  call'd  thy  judgments  o'er. 

5  I  call'd  back  years  and  ancient  tiroes 

When  I  beheld  thy  face  ; 
My  fpirit  fearch'd  for  fecret  crimes 
That  might  with-hold  thy  grace. 

6  I  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind, 

Which  1  enjoy'd  before ; 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind  ; 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7  Will  he  for  ever  caft  me  off? 

His  promife  ever  fail  ? 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
Shall  anger  dill  prevail  ? 

8  But  I  forbid  this  hopelefs  thought, 

This  dark,  defpairing  frame, 
Rememb'ring  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought] 
Thy  hand  is  ft  ill  the  fame, 
o,  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 
And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er^ 
Thy  wonders  of  recov'ring  grace, 
When  flefh  could  hope  no  more. 
10  Grace  dwelt  with  juftice  on  the  throne ; 
And  men  that  love  thy  word, 
Have  in  thy  fancluary  known 
The  counfels  of  the  Lord. 
PSALM     77.    Second  Part.  Common  Metre, 
Comfort  derived fiom  ancient  Providence;  or,  Jfrael  <&• 

live? ed  from  Egypt,  and  bought  to  Canaan. 
1.  M  TX  o  W  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  rod  ! 
J""!  «'  (May  thy  own  children  fay) 
"  The  great,  the  wife,  the  dreadful  God! 
"  How  holy  is  his  way!" 
%  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old, 
Who  reigns  in  heav'n  above, 
I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told> 
And  learn  to  trull  his  love. 


PSALM    LXXV1II.  1*5 

3  He  Taw  the  houfe  of  Jofeph  lie 

With  Egypt's  yoke  oppreft; 
Long  he  delay'd  to  hear  their  cry, 
Nor  gave  his  people  reft. 

4  The  fons  of  pious  Jacob  fctm'd 

Abandon'd  to  their  foes ; 
But  his  almighty  arm  redeem'd 
The  nation  whom  he  chofe. 

5  From  flavifh  chains  he  fets  them  free 

They  follow  where  he  calls ; 
He  bade  them  venture  thro'  the  fea, 
And  made  the  waves  their  walls. 

6  The  waters  faw  thee,  mighty  God, 

The  waters  faw  thee  come; 
Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  flood, 
To  make  thine  armies  room. 
9  Strange  was  thy  journey  thro'  the  fea, 
Thy  footftcps,  Lord,  unknown  i 
Terrors  attend  the  wond'rous  way 
That  brings  thy  mercies  down. 
8  [Thy  voice  with  terror  in  the  found 
Thro'  clouds  and  darknefs  broke; 
All  heav'n  in  lightning  (hone  around > 
And  earth  with  thunder  fhook. 
o  Thine  arrows  thro*  the  fky  were  hurl'd, 
How  glorious  is  the  Lord  ! 
Surprife  and  tremb'ling  feiz'd  the  world, 
And  all  his  faints  ador'd. 
40  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock  ; 
And  fafe  by  Mob'  hand, 
Thro'  a  dry  defeit  led  his  flock 
To  Canaan's  promised  land.] 
P5HM     7&     FirftPart.  Common  Metre. 
Providence  of  God  recorded;  cr,  Pious  E&catiou  and 

Inpuclion  of  Children. 
%  T    ET  children  hear  thf  mighty  deeds 
jj  j   Which  Gud  perform'd  of  old  ; 
Which  in  ouv  younger  years  we  faw, 

And  which  QUI  :aiheis  told.  l>  4 


t£4        psalm  Lxxvirr. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known; 

Kis  works  of  power  a.i  grace; 
And  we'll  convoy  his  wonders  down 
Thro'  ev'ry  riling  race. 

3  Our  lips  (hall  tell  tl*r.i  to  our  fore, 

And  they  again  to  theirs, 
That  generations  ycl  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  (hall  th<-"  learn,  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  lecurely  ftands, 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
But  pra&ife  his  commands. 
PSALM     78.     Second  Part.    Common  Metre. 
Ifrael's  Rebellion  and  Puni/hment ;   or,   the  Sins  mi 

Cha/Jrjenents  of  God's  People. 
1   f\  H  what  a  Miff  rebellious  houfe 
\_J   Was  Jacob's  ancient  race ! 
Falfe  to  the-ir  own  moil  folemn  vows, 
And  to  their  Maker's  grace. 

5  They  broke  the  cov'nanf  of  his  love, 

And  did  his  laws  defpife, 
Forgot  the  works  he  wrought  to  prove 
His  pow'r  before  their  eyes. 

3  They  faw  the  plagues  on 'Egypt  light 

From  his  avenging  hand  : 
What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'er  the  ftubborn  iaud.° 

4  They  faw  himclcave  the  mighty  fea, 

And  march'd  with  fafety  through, 
With  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way, 
'Till  they  had  'fcap'd  the  foe. 

5  A  wond'rous  pillar  rr.aTk'd  the  road, 

Compos'd  of  fhade  and  light; 
By  day  it  prov'd  a  fheh'ring  cloud, 
A  leading  fire  by  night. 

6  He  from  the  rock  their  third  fupply'd; 

Thegufhing  waters  flow'd, 
And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  fide, 
Along  the  defert  road. 


PSALM    LXXVIII.  165 

7  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  mod  high, 

And  dar'd  didruft  his  hand; 
"  Can  he  with  bread  our  hoft  iupply 
"  Amidlr.  this  barren  land  ?" 

8  The  Lord  with  indignation  heard, 

And  caus'd  his  wrath  to  flame  : 
His  terrors  ever  ftand  prepar'd 
To  vindicate  his  name. 
PSALM     78.     Third  Part.   Common   Metre, 
The  Punijhment  of Luxury  and  Intemperance ;  or,  Ckaf- 

tijement  and  Salvation. 
j    TTTHEN   Ifra'l  fvnn'd  the  Lord  reprov'd, 
V V     And  fill'd  their  hearts  with  dread  ; 
Yet  he  forgave  the  men  he  lov'd, 
And  fent  them  heav'nly  bread. 
»  He  fed  them  with  alib'ral  hand, 
And  made  his  treafures  known ; 
He  gave  the  mid-night  clouds  command 
To  pour  provifion  down. 
3  The  manna  like  a  morning  fhow'r 
Lay  thick  around  their  feet ; 
The  food  of  heav'n,  fo  light,  fo  purer 
As  tho'  'twere  angels  meat. 

4.  But  they  in  murm'ring  language  faidi 

«  Is  manna  all  our  feait  ? 
«{  We  loath  this  light,   this  airy  bread; 
"  We  mull  have  fleih  to  tafle." 

5.  "  Ye  mail  have  fleflj  to  pleafe  your  lufl," 

The  Lord  in  wrath  reply'd, 
And  fent  them  quails  like  fand  or  duff,, 
Heap'd  upon  ev'ry  fide. 
6  He  gave  them  all  their  own  defire ; 
And  greedy  as  they  fed, 
His  veng'ance  burnt  with  fecret  fire, 
And  fmote  the  rebels  dead. 
1  When  fome  were  (lain  the  rcfl  retum'd,. 
And  fought  the  Lord  with  tears; 
Under  :he  rod  they  fear'd  and  mourn'd,. 
Butfoon  forgot  their  fears. 
G-5. 


i65  PSALM    LXXVIII. 

8  Oft  hechaftis'd,  and  ftill  forgave, 

'Till  by  his  gracious  hand 

The  nations  he  refolv'd  to  fave, 

Poffcfs'dthe  promis'd  land. 

PSALM  78.  Ver.  32,  &c.  Fourth  Part.  Long  Metre* 

Backjliding  and  Forgivenefs ;  or,  Sin  puni/hed  and  Saints 
favcd. 

1  /*N  R  E  A  T  God,  how  oft  did  Ifra'l  prove 
vJT  By  turns  thine  anger,  and  thy  love? 
There  in  a  glafs  our  hearts  may  fee 

How  fickle  and  how  falfe  they  be. 

2  How  foon  the  faithlefs  Jews  forgot 

The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought; 
Then  they  provok'd  him  to  his  face, 
Nor  fear  his  pow'r,  nor  truft  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  confum'd  their  years  in  pain, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain  ; 
A  tedious  march  thro'  unknown  ways 
Wore  out  their  ftrength,   and  fpent  their  day«. 

4  Oft  when  they  faw  their  brethren  flain, 
They  mourn'd  and  fought  the  Lord  again  ; 
Call'd  him  the  rock  of  their  abode, 
Their  high  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

5  Their  pray'rs  and  vows  before  him  rife 
As  flatt'ring  words  or  folemn  lies, 
While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
Falfe  to  his  cov'nant  and  his  love. 

6  Yet  could  his  fov'reign  grace  forgive 
The  men  who  ne'er  deferv'd  to  live; 
His  anger  oft  away  he  turn'd, 

Or  elfe  with  gentle  flame  it  burn'd. 

7  He  faw  their  flefh  was  weak  and  frail, 
He  faw  temptations  ftill  prevail; 

The  God  of  Abrah'm  lov'd  them  ftiB, 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 


B 


PSALM    LXXIX,  LXXX.     167 
PSALM     79.     Long  Metre. 
For  the  Dijrefs  of  War. 
E  H  O  L  D,  O  God,  what  cruel  foe$, 
»>  Thy  peaceful  heritage  invade; 
Thy  holy  temple  ftands  defU'd, 
In  dull  thy  facred  walls  are  laid. 

2  Wide  o'er  the  vallies,  drench'd  in  blood, 
Thy  people  fall'n  in  death  remain; 

The  fowls  of  heav'n  their  flefh  devour, 
And  favage  beafls  divide  the  flam. 

3  Th'  infulting  foe*,  with  impious  rage, 
Reproach  thy  children  to  their  face  ; 

»  Where  is  your  God  of  boafted  pow  r, 
"  And  where  the  promife  of  his  grace." 

4  Deep  from  the  prifon's  horrid  glooms, 
Oh  hear  the  mournful  captives  figh, 
And  let  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  reprieve, 
The  trembling  fouls  condemn'd  to  die. 

r  Let  thofe,  who  dar'd  infult  thy  reign, 
Return  difmay'd  with  endlefs  fhame, 
While  heathens,  who  thy  grace  defpife, 
Shall  from  thy  veng'ance  learn  thy  name*. 
6  So  (hall  thy  children,  freed  from  death, 
Eternal  fongs  of  honour  raife, 
And  ev'ry  future  age  (hall  tell, 
Thy  fov'reign  pow'r  and  pard'ning  grace. 
PSALM     80.     Long  Metre. 
The  Uiurch's  Prayer  under  AffliBion;  or,  The  Vineyard 

of  €od  wajltd. 
I  f^  R  E  A  T  fhepherd  of  thine  Ifrael, 
V_T  Who  didft  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  iead  the  tribes,  thy  chofen  (beep, 
Safe  thio'  the  defert  and  the  deep  ; 
%  Thy  church  is  in  the  dHert  Lord, 
Shine  from  on  lugh,  and  light  afford  \ 
Turn  us  to  ihee,  thy  love  reltorc, 
We  (bail  be  fav'ci  dud  figh  no  mere, 


>€«  PSALM    LXXX. 

3  Great  God,  whom  heav'nly  hofts  obey, 
How  long  fhall  we  lament  and  pray  ? 
.And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
How  long  fhall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 

4  Jnftead  of  wine  and  cheerful  bread, 
Thy  faints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 

We  fhall  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  more. 

Pause     i. 

5  Haft  thou  not  planted  with  thy  hands 
A  lovely  vine  in  heathen  lands  ? 
Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 
And  heav'nly  dews  enrich  the  ground  ? 

6  How  did  the  fpreading  branches  fhoot, 
And  blefs  the  nations  with  the  fruit ; 
But  now,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  fee 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree. 

7  Why  is  her  beauty  thus  defae'd, 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  wafte  ? 
Strangers  and  foes  again  ft  her  join, 
And  ev'ry  beajl  devours  the  vine. 

S  Refeurn,  almighty  God,  return; 

Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vinevard  mourn: 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  fhall  be  fav'd  and  f-.gh  i,o  more. 

Pause     2. 

9  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew, 
Thou  waft  its  ftrength  and  glory  too; 
Attack'd  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 

Till  the  fair  Branch  of  promife  rofe. 

10  Fair  Branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  fhoot 
From  David's  ftock,  from  Jacob's  root! 
Flimfelf  a  nobler  Vine,  and  we 

The  leiTcr  blanches  of  the  tree: 


PSALM    LXXXT.  i«9 

lt  'Tisthv  own  Son;  »"d  he  ihall  ftand 
Girt  with  thy  ftrength  at  thy  ngr.    hand  , 
Thy  firft-born  Son,  adorn'd  and  blell 
With  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  relt. 
I«  Oh!  for  his  fake  attend  our  cry. 
Shine  on  thy  churches  left  they  die. 
Turn  us  to  thee,   thy  lover eftore, 
We  fhall  be  fav'd  and  ugh  no  more. 
PSALM8,.     Ve,   „  8,->6.  Short  Metre 
The  Warning  of  God  to  his  People ;  or,  Spmtvd  Bkf. 

Jingsand  PumpnenU. 
i   O  I  N  G  to  the  Lord  aloud, 
O     And  make  a  joyful  noife  ; 
God  is  our  ftrength,  our  Saviour  God; 
Let  Ifra'l  hear  his  voice. 
•2  "  From  idols  falfe  and  vain, 

«  Preferve  my  rites  divine  ;  t 

c«  I  am  the  Lord  who  broke  thy  cnam 
«  Of  flav'ry  and  of  fin. 
*>  «  Stretch  thy  defires  abroad, 
«  And  I'll  fuppW  them  well; 
«  But  if  ye  will  refufe  your  God, 
"  If  Ifra'l  will  rebel  ; 
4  «  Til  leave  them,  faith  the  Lord, 
«  To  their  own  lufts  a  prey, 
«  And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  road, 
«  Tis  their  own  chofen  way. 


'"> 


*  "  Yet  Oh  1  that  all  my  faints 
"  Would  hearken  to  my  voice 
«  Soon  I  would  eafe  their  fore  complaints 
\         "  And  bid  their  heavts  rejoice. 
6  «  While  I  deftroy  their  foes, 
«  I'll  richly  feed  my  flock, 
«  And  they  lhall  tafte  the  ft  ream  that  flows 
«*  From  their  eternal  Rock*" 


i7o     PSALM  LXXXIJ,    LXXXIII. 
PSALM     82.     Long  Metre. 

Cod  thejupreme  Governor  ;  or,  Magiftates  warned, 
3     A    MONGth'  affemblies  of  the  great 

±\.      A  greater  ruler  takes  his  feat ; 

The  God  of  heav'n  as  Judge  furveys 

Thofe  gods  on  earth  and  all  their  ways. 
a  Why  will  ye  frame  oppreflive  laws  ? 

Or  why  fupport  th*  unrighteous  caufe ! 

When  will  ye  once  defend  the  poor, 

That  foes  may  vex  the  faints  no  more  ? 

3  They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know  : 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go  ; 
Their  name  of  earthlv  gods  is  vain, 

For  thy  (hall  fall  and  die  like  men. 

4  Arife,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 
PofTefs  his  univerfal  throne, 

And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod  j 
He  is  our  Judge,  and  he  our  God. 

PSALM     83.    Short   Metre. 
A  Complaint  againji  Perfecuiors, 
N  D  will  the  God  of  grace 
Perpetual  filence  keep  ? 
The  God  of  Juftice  hold  his  peace. 
And  let  his  vengeance  deep  ! 
a  Behold  what  curfed  fnares 

The  men  of  mifchief  fpread  ; 
The  men  that  bate  thy  faints  and  thee,. 
Lift  up  their  threatening  head. 

3  Agamftthy  hidden  ones, 

Their  couuleb.  -hey  employ, 
And  malice  with  her  watchtul  eye 
Puriues  them  to  deltroy. 

4  "  Come  let  ut  join,   they  ny, 

•«    )  o  root  'hem  hom  theground, 

4*  Till  n  1     ic  nam<  ol  fjiius  remain^ 

«4  JNoi  meai'ry  (bail  be  foyud," 


'A1 


PSALM    LXXXIV.  171 

5  Awake,  Almighty  God, 

And  call  thy  wrath  to  mind  ; 
Give  them  like  forefts  to  the  fire, 
Or  ftubbleto  the  wind, 
f  Convince  their  madnefs,  Lord, 
And  make  them  feck  thy  name; 
Or  elfe  their  ftubborn  rage  confound, 
That  they  may  die  in  fhame. 

7  Then  (hall  the  nations  know 
Thy  glorious  dreadful  word, 
Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 
And  thou  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM     84.     Firfl  Part.    Long  Metre. 

The  Pleafure  of  Public  Werjup. 

1  TJOW  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair, 
XjL     O  Lord  of  hofts,  thy  dwellings  are! 
With  long  defire  my  fpirit  faints. 

To  meet  th'  affemblies  of  thy  faints. 

2  My  flefh  would  reft  in  thine  abode  ; 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 
My  God  !  my  King  !   why  fhould  I  be 
So  far  from  ail  my  joys  aad  thee. 

o  The  fparrow  choofes  where  to  reft, 
And  for  her  young  provides  her  neft; 
But  will  my  God  tofparrows  grant 
That  pleafure  which  his  children  want? 

4  Bleft  are  the  faints  who  fit  on  high, 
Around  thy  throne  above  the  fky  ; 
Thy  brighteft  glories  fhine  above, 

And  all  their  work  is  praife  and  love> 

5  Bleft  are  the  fouls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
There  to  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  feck  thy  face  and  karn  thy  praife. 


i72.         PSALM     LXXXIV. 

6  Bleft  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fet 
To  find  the  way  to  Sion's  gate  ; 

God  is  their  llrength  ;  and  thro'  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

7  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  ftrength, 
Till  all  fhall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length ; 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worfhip  there. 
PSALM     84.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
God  and  his  Church  ;  or,  G? ace  and  Glory . 

1  S~h  RE  \T  God  attend  while  Sion  fings 
\JT     The  joy  that  from  thy  prefence  fpiings 
To  fpend  o::e  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thoufand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meaneft  place 
Within  thy'houfe,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  eafe  nor  thrones  of  power 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door.. 

3  God  is  our  fun,  he  makes  our  day ; 
God  is  our^hield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  ail  th*  affaultsof  hell  and  fin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bellow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  :. 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  with-holds- 
No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 

e  O  God,  our  King,  whofe  fov'reign  fway 
The  glorious  bofts  of  heav'n  obey, 
And  devils  at  thy  prefence  flee, 
Bleft  is  the  man  that  trufts  in  thee. 

pSALM     84.     Vtr.  1,  2,  3,  10. 
Paraphras'd  in  Common  Metre. 
Delight  in  Ordinances  of  Worfiip  ;  or,  God  prefent  i 
his  Churches. 


1M 


Y  Soul  how  lovely  is  the  place 
To  which  thy  God  reforts  ! 
Tis  heav'n  to  fee  his  fmilingface, 
Too'  ia  his  earthly  courts*. 


PSALM    LXXXIV.  17s 

2  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  flues 
Hisfavingpow'r  difplays, 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 
S  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  Dove 
Defcends  and  fills  the  place, 
While  Chrift  reveals  his  wond'rous  love, 
And  fheds  abroad  his  grace. 
4  There,  mighty  God,  thv  words  declare 
The  fecrets  of  thy  will : 
And  ftill  we  feek  thy  mercies  there, 
And  fing  thy  praifes.  ftill. 

Pause. 

r  My  heart  and  flefti  cry  out  for  thee, 
Whilft  far  from  thine  abode  ; 
When  fhall  I  tread  thy  courts  and  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  ? 
£  The  fparrow  builds  herfelf  a  neft, 
And  fuffers  no  remove  ; 
O  make  me  like  the  Iparrows  bleit, 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love  ! 

7  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 

And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
Employ'd  in  carnal  joys. 

8  Lord  at  tbv  threfhold  I  would  wait, 

While  Jefus  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  ftate 
Among  the  tents  of  fin. 

c,  Could  I  command  the  fpactous  land, 
y        And  the  more  bound  lefs  fea. 
Tor  one  bleft  hour  at  thy  right  hand 
I'd  give  them  both  away. 


i74  PSALM    LXXXIV. 

PSALM     84.     As  the  148th  Ffalm. 
Longing  for  the  Hoiife  of  God. 

1    f"    O  R  D  of  the  worlds  above, 
-L-*  How  pleafant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thy  earthly  temples  are; 

To  thine  abode 

My  heart  afpircs 

With  warm  defirej 

To  fee  my  God. 
9  The  fparrow  for  her  young 
With  pleafure  feeks  her  nefl, 
And  wand'ring  fwallows  long 
To  find  iheir  wonted  reft ; 

My  fpirit  faints 

With  equal  zeal 

To  rife  and  dwell 

Among  thy  faints. 
g  O  happy  fouls  that  pray, 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 
Their  conftant  fervice  there! 

They  praife  thee  ftill ; 

And  happy  they 

That  love  the  way 

To  Sion's  hilL 

4  They  go  from  ftrength  to  ftrengtb* 
Thro'  this  dark  vail  of  tears, 
'Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
'Till  each  in  heav'n  appears; 

O  glorious  feat 

When  God  our  King 

Shall  thither  bring 

Our  willing  feet! 
g  To  fpend  one  facred  day, 
Where  God  and  faints  abide, 
Affoids  diviner  joy 
Xhau  thoufand  days  befidtt 


PSALM     LXXXV.  175 

Where  God  reforts, 

I  love  it  more 

To  keep  the  door 

Than  mine  in  courts. 
5  God  is  our  fun  and  fhield, 
Our  light  and  our  defence  ; 
With  gifts  our  hands  are  fill'd ; 
We  draw  our  bleflings  thence  j 

He  fhall  beftow 

On  Jacob's  race 

Peculiar  grace 

And  glory  too. 
7  The  Lord  his  people  loves; 
His  hand  no  good  with-holds 
From  thofe  his  heart  approves, 
From  pure  and  pious  fouls : 

Thrice  happy  he, 

O  God  of  hofts, 

Whofe  fpirit  trufts 

Alone  in  thee. 

PSALM     85.   Fer.  1,  8.  Firjl  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Waiting  for  an  Anfacr  to  Prayer  ;  or.  Deliverance  be- 
gun and  completed. 

1  T    ORD,  thou  haft  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind, 
JLi  Thou  haft  revers'd  our  heavy  doom  :    . 

So  God  forgave  when  Ifra'l  finn'd, 

And  brought  his  wand'ring  captives  home, 

2  Thou  haft  begun  to  fet  us  free, 
And  made  thy  fierceft  wrath  abate; 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  thy  falvation  be  complete. 

3  Revive  oui  dying  graces,  Lord, 
And  let  thy  faints  in  thee  rejoice  ; 
Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word, 
We  wait  tor  praif"  '.o  tune  our  voice. 

A  We  wait  to  hear  v  hat  God  will  fay  ; 
He'll  fpeak,  and  ;;vc  bi<  people  peace; 
JBut  let  them  run  ;'o  more  aftray, 
Lxft  his  reiwroing  wrath  iucreafe.. 


I76  PSALM    LXXXV,    LXXXVI. 

PSALM  85.  Vtr.^.SecndPart.  Long  Me.rc 

Salvation  by  ^firijl. 
1    O  A  L  V  A  T  I  O  N  is  for  ever  nigh 
O  The  fouls  that  fear  and  trufl  the  Lord; 
And  grace  defcending  from  on  high, 
Frefh  hopes  of  glory  (hall  afford. 
«  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since  Chrifl  the  Lord  came  down  from  heav  n , 
By  his  obedience  fo  complete, 
Juftice  is  pleas'd  and  peace  is  giv  ft. 
o  Now  truth  and  honour  (hall  abound, 
Relieion  dwell  on  earth  again. 
And  heav'nly  influence  blefs  the  ground 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentler  reign. 
4  His  righteoufnefs  is  gone  before, 
To  eive  us  free  accefs  to  God; 
Our  wand'ring  feet  fhall  (tray  no  more, 
But  mark  his  fteps  and  keep  the  road. 
PSALM     86.     Veu  8-13-  Common  Metre. 

A  general  Song  of  Praife  to  God. 
,      \  M  O  N  G  the  minces,  earthly  gods, 
J\  There's  none  hath  pow'r  divine; 
Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 
Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 
•  The  nations  thou  haft  made  fhall  bring 
Their  off'rings  round  thy  throne  ; 
for  thou  alone  doft  wond'rous  tmngs, 
For  thou  art  God  alone. 
,  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet, 
Teach  me  thine  heav'nly  ways, 
And  all  my  wand'ring  thoughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father's  prailc. 
4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  tongue 
Shall  thofe  fweet  wonders  tell, 
How  by  thy  grace  my  (inking  foul 
Rofe  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 


PSALM  LXXXVII,  LXXXVIII.  177 
PSALM     87.     Long  Metre. 
Tlie  Church  the  Birth  Place  of  the  Saints ;  or,  Jews  and 

Gentiles  united  in  the  Chrifdan  Church. 
1    /""N  O  D  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 
V_T  Foundation  for  his  heav'nly  praife  j 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  ftill  in  Sion  loves  to  dwell. 
*  His  mercy  vifits  ev'ry  houfe 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vow*; 
f!'it  makes  a  more  delightful  flay. 
Where  churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 
%  What  glories  were  defcrib'd  of  old! 
What  wonders  are  in  Sion  told! 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 
Thy  fame  fhall  Tyie  and  Egypt  know* 
I  Egypt  2nd  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  a-new  : 
Angels  and  men  fhall  join  to  fing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  fpring. 
:  When  God  makes  up  his  laft  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honour  to  appear 
As  one  new-born  and  nourifh'd  there. 

PSALM     83.     As  the  it  3*  e&fq* 
Lofs  of  Friends,  and  Abjenzc  of  Ditine  E?B#& 

OG  O  D  of  my  faivaticn,  he:-r 
My  nightly  groans  my  da'.iy  pray'r* 
That  dill  employ  nay  wailing  breath  ; 
My  foul  declining  to  the  grave. 
Implores  thy  fbv  reign  Pbw't  to  fbve 
Fiom  dark  defpalr  and  iai'ting  d-ath, 
;  Thy  wrath  lies  heavy  on  my  foul, 
And  waves  of  foriows  o'tr  me  roll, 

While  dull  and  filence  fpread  the  gjoom  : 
My  friends,  belo*'d  in  haj,pie:  tia)s," 
"i\jc  dear  companions  oi   my  ways, 
Deftend  aiou:.ci  me  to  the  toeip.. 


178         PSALM    LXXXIX. 

3  As,  loft  in  lonely  grief,  I  tread 
The  mournful  mansions  of  the  dead, 

Or  tofome  throng'd  aiTembly  go; 
Thro'  all  alike  I  rove  alone, 
While,  here  forgot  and  there  unknown. 

The  change  renews  my  piercing  woe. 

4  And  why  will  God  negle£f,  my  call ! 
Or  who  fhall  profit  by  my  fall, 

When  life  departs  and  love  expires  ? 
Can  duftand  darknefs  praife  the  Lord  ? 
Or  wake,  or  brighten  at  his  word, 

And  tune  the  harp  with  heav'nly  quires? 

5  Yet  thro'  each  melancholy  day, 

I've  prav'd  to  thee,  and  ftill  will  pray, 
Imploring  ftill  thy  kind  return 

But  oh!  my  friends,  my  comfort's  fled, 

And  all  my  kindred  of  the  dead 

Recal  my  wand'ring  thoughts  to  mourn. 
PSALM     89.     Fir/I  Part.  Long  Metre. 

The  Covenant  made  with  Chrijl;  or,  The  true  David. 

1  iPOREVER  mall  my  fong  record 
X;  The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord ; 
Mercy  and  truth  forever  (land 

Like  heav'n  eftablilh'd  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  Son  he  fwareand  faid 

««  With  thee  my  cov'nant  firft  is  made : 

«'  In  thee  (hall  dying  Gnners  live ; 

«  Glory  and  grace  aie  thine  to  give. 
g  "  Be  thou  my  Prophet,  thou  my  Prieft; 

«  Thy  children  fhall  be  ever  bleft: 

«  Thou  art  my  chofen  King,  thy  throne 

««  Shall  (land  eternal  like  my  own. 
a  «  There's  none  of  all  my  fons  above 

«  So  much  my  image  or  my  love  ; 

«  Celeftial  pow'rs  thy  fubjecls  are, 

««  Then  what  can  earth  to  thee  compare  ? 


PSALM    LXXXIX.  179 

5  "  David,  my  fervant,  whom  I  chofe, 

"  To  guard  my  flock,  to  crufh  my  foes  ; 
"  And  vais'd  him  to  the  Jewifh  throne, 
•'  Was  but  a  fhadow  of  my  Son.'* 

6  Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  fing, 
Jefus  her  Saviour  and  her  King: 
Angels  his  heav'nly  wonders  (how, 
And  faints  declare  his  works  below. 

PSALM     89.  Firjl  Part.  Common  Metre. 
The  Faith  fulnefs  of  God. 
*   TV  TY  never-ceafing  fong  fhall  fhow 
XVI     The  m  rcies  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  make  fucceeding  ages  know 
How  faithful  is  his  word, 
a  The  facred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 
Shall  firm  as  heav'n  endure; 
And  if  he  fpeak  a  promile  once, 
Th'  eternal  grace  isfure. 

3  How  Jong  the  race  of  David  held 

The  promis'd  Jewifh  throne!. 
But  there's  a  nobler  cov'nant  feal'd 
To  David's  greater  Son. 

4  His  feed  for  ever  fhall  poffefs 

A  throne  above  the  fkies  ; 
The  meaneft  fubjeft  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rife. 

5  Lord  God  of  holts,  thy  wond'rous  ways 

Are  fung  by  faints  above : 
And  faints  on  earth  their  honours  raife 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 
P  S  A  L  M  89.  Ver   7,  &c.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
The  Power  and  Majeftyqf  God;  or.  Reverential  Worjhip. 
I   T  X  7TTH  rev'ience  let  the  faints  appear, 
VV       And  bow  before  the  Lord, 
His  high  commands  with  rev'rence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 


,3o  PSALM    LXXXIX. 

s  How  terrible  thy  glories  rife  ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  fhine! 
\fherc  is  the  power  with  thee  that  vie§j 
Or  truth  compar'd  with  thine  ? 

3  The  northern  pole,  and  fouthern,  reft 

On  thy  fupporting  hand; 
Darknelb  and  day  from  eaft  to  weft 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  word  the  raging  winds  controul, 

And  rule  the  boiil'rous  deep  ; 
Thou  mak'ft  the  fteeping  billows  roll. 
The  rolling  billows  flecp. 

|  Heav'n,  earth,  and  air,  and  fea  are  thine, 
And  the  dark  world  of  hell; 
They  law  thine  arm  in  veng'ance  fhine 
When  Egypt  durft  rebel. 
6  Jufticc  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 
Yet  wond'rous  is  thy  grace  ! 
While  truth  and  mercy  join'd  in  one, 
Invae  us  near  thy  face. 

PSALM     89.  Ver.  15,  he  Third  Part.  C.  M. 

A  Blejjed  Gojpel. 

1  T)  LEST  are  the  fouls  who  hear  and  know 
jL3     The  gofpel's  joyful  found  ! 

Peace  [hall  attend  the  paih  they  go 
And  light  their  fteps  ia< round. 

2  Theirj    >  flxali  bear  their  fpii  i;s  ?;p 

1  fjio'  their  Redeemer's,  iir.m;-  ; 

H'.s  righi*ouIu«f*  exalts  theii  hop* 

Ana  Ells  ihcir  loes  with  ihair.e. 

3  The  Lord  our  glory  and  defence, 

Strength  and  falvation  gives ; 
lf]?'i,  thy  king  for  ever  reigns, 
Ir.jl  God  for  ever  lives. 


PSALM  LXXXIX.  isr 
PSALM  89.  Ver.  19,  &c  Fourth  Part  Com.  Metre. 
Chrijl's  mediatorial  Kingdom  ;  or,  His  divine  and  human 

Nature. 
1    T  T  EAR  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid, 
JLj.   And  made  his  mercies  known  : 
**  Sinners,  behold,  your  help  is  laid 
"  On  my  almighty  Son." 
a  Behold  the  man  my  wifdom  chofe 
Among  your  mortal  race  : 
His  head  my  holy  oil  o'erflows, 
With  full  fupplies  of  grace. 

3  High  (hall  he  reign  on  David's  throne, 

My  people's  better  King; 
My  arm  (hall  beat  his  rivals  down, 
And  (till  new  fubje&s  bring. 

4  My  truth  fhall  guard  him  in  his  way 

With  mercy  by  his  fide; 
While  in  my  name  o'er  earth  and  fea 
He  ihallin  triumph  ride. 

5  Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God, 

He  fhall  for  ever  own, 
Call  me  his  rock,  his  high  abode, 
And  I'll  fupport  my  Son. 

6  My  firft-born  Son  array'd  in  grace, 

At  my  right  hand  fhall  fit, 
Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place, 
And  monarchs  at  his  feet. 

7  My  cov'nant  (lands  for  ever  faft, 

My  promifes  are  ftrong  ; 
Firm  as  the  heav'ns  his  throne  fhall  laft, 
His  feed  endure  as  long. 
PSALM  89.  Ver.  30,  &c.  Fifth  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
The  Covenant  of  Grace  unchangeable  ;  or,  Afflitlion  with- 

out  Rejeclion. 
1   'VT"  ET  (faith  the  Lord)  if  David's  race, 
X     The  children  of  my  Son, 
Should  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  grace 
And  tempt  mine  anger  down  ; 
H 


,Sa  PSALM    LXXXIX. 

2  Their  fins  I'll  vifit  with  the  rod, 

And  make  their  folly  fmart ; 

But  I'll  not  ceafe  to  be  their  God, 

Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 

3  Mv  cov'nant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 

But  keep  mv  grace  in  mmd  ; 
And  what  eternal  love  ha  h  fpoke, 
Eternal  truth  (hall  bind. 

4  Once  have  I  fworn,  (I  need  no  more) 

And  pledpi'd  my  bolinefs, 
To  feal  the  tacred  promife  furc 
To  David  and  his  race. 

5  The  fun  fhall  fee  his  offspring  rife 

And  fpread  from  fca  to  fea, 
Long  as  he  travels  round  the  fkics 
To  give  the  nations  day. 

6  Sure  as  the  moon  that  rules  the  night 

His  kingdom  fhall  endure, 
Till  the  hVd  laws  of  fhade  and  light 
Shall  be  obferv'd  no  more. 

PSALM  8a.^r.5,  47,  &c  Sixth  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Mortality  and  Hope. 
A  Funeral  Pfalm. 

1  Ty  EMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  ftate, 
J"\^  How  frail  our  life,  how  fhorc  our  dale! 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 

Safe  from  difeafe,  fecuxe  from  death. 

2  Lo-d,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  die,. 
Our  fiefh  and  ftren  ;th  repine  and  cry, 
»«  Muft  death  for  ever  rage  and  reign) 

«  Or  haft  rhou  trade  mankind  in  vain  ?" 

3  Where  is  thy  protntfe  to  fhejuft  ? 
Art-  not  thy  fervants tiirn'd  to  duff! 
Bui  faith  £<  rbids  thefe  mournful  figHs, 
And  fee*  the  deeping  duO.  avi't. 


PSALM    LXXXIX,  XC.       183 

That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honour  of  thy  word  r 
Awake,  our  fouls,  and  blefs  the  Lord. 
PSALM     89.     Ver.  47,  &c.     Laji  Part, 
As  the  113th  Pfalm. 

TL{fe-  Death,  and  the  Refurrc&on, 
H1NK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man, 
How  few  his  hours,  how  fhort  his  fpan ! 
Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  ; 
Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
Agamft  the  bold  demands  of  death 

With  (k-.ll  to  fly,  or  pow'r  to  fave  ? 
Lord,  (hall  it.  be  for  ever  laid, 
"  The  race  of  man  was  only  made 

**  Forficknefs,  forrow  and  the  duft  ?" 
Are  not  thy  fervants  day  by  day 
Sent  to  their  graves  and  turn'd  to  clay  ? 

Lord,  where's  thy  kinduefs  to  the  juli? 
Haft  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  Son, 
And  all  his  fted,  a  heav'nly  crown  ? 

But  flefti  and  fenfe  indulge  defpair; 
For  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 
Tnat  faith  can  read  his  holy  word,. 

And  find  a  refurredion  there. 
For  ever  bleffed  be  the -Lord, 
Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward, 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain  ;. 
-et  all  below,  and  all  above, 
oin  to  proclaim  thy  wond'rouslove,- 
And  each  repeat  their  loud  Amen, 
PSALM     90.    Long  Metre, 
Man  mm  tat,  and  God  eternal. 
A. mournful  Song  at  a  Funeral, 
H  RO'  ev'ryage,  eternal  God, 
Thou  art  our  reft,  our  fafe  abode 


T 


High  was  thy  thrcne  ere  heav'n  was  made, 
jfc  ea.-Lh  thy  humble  f>otftool  laid, 
H  2. 


iS4  PSALM    XC. 

ft  Long  had'ft  thou  reign'd  ere  time  began, 
Or  duft  was  fafhion'd  into  a  man  ; 
And  long  thy  kingdom  fhall  endure 
When  earth  and  time  fhall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  : 
Thy  dreadful  fentence,  Lord,  wasjuft, 
*(  Return,  ye  finners,  to  your  duft." 

4  [Athoufand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account ; 
Like  yefterday's  departed  light, 
Or  the  laft  watch  of  ending  night. 

Pause. 

5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  ftream, 
Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  life's  a  dream  : 
-An  empty  tale;  a  morning  flow'r, 
Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour. 

6  [Our  age  to  feventy  years  is  fet ; 
How  fhort  the  time  !  how  frail  the  ftate ! 
And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 
We  rather  fjgh  and  groan,  than  live. 

7  But  Oh  !  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off  our  expected  years  ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread  ! 
We  fear  the  pow'r  that  ftrikes  us  dead. 

8  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man ; 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  the  fpan, 
'Till  a  wife  care  of  piety 
Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

PSALM  90.  Ver.i—  5.  Fuji  Part.  Com.  M< 
Man  frail,  arid  God  eternal. 

1  /~\  U  R  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 
V-/   Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  (belter  from  the  fiormy  blait, 

And  our  eternal  home. 

2  Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  thron 

Thy  faints  have  dwelt  fcc»re  ; 


PSALM     XC.  -i8j 

Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 

And  my  defence  is  Cure. 

«  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood, 

6       Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 

Trom  cverlafting  thou  art  God, 

To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 
Thy  word  commands  our  flefh  to  dull, 
P       «  Return,  ye  fons  of  men  ;" 
\11  nations  rofe  from  earth  at  nrlt, 
And  turn'd  to  earth  again. 
I  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 

Are  like  an  ev'mng  gone;  g 

Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  riling  dawn. 
6  ["The  bufy  tribes  of  flefti  and  blood, 
With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carried  downwards  by  the  flood, 
And  loft  in  following  years. 
,  Time  like  an  ever-rolling  ftream, 
Bears  all  its  fons  away  ; 
They  fly  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 
8  Like  fiow'ry  fields  the  nations  ftand 
Pleas'd  with  the  morning  light ; 
The  flow'rs  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
Lie  with'ring  ere  'tis  night.] 
•  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  c©me, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  laft, 
And  our  eternal  home. 
PSALM  90.  Ver  8.  11,2,  to,  12.  Second  Part.  C.  M-. 
Infirmities  and  Mortality  the  Effed  of Sin;  or,  Life, 
Old  Age,  and  Preparations  for  Death. 
1    T    O  RD,  if  !-hine  eyes  Purvey  our  faults, 
l_j      And  juftice  grows  f-vere, 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 
And  burns,  beyond  our  fear. 
H  3 

1 


«86  P  S  A  L  M    XC. 

2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  dufl ; 

By  one  offence  to  thee, 
Adam,  with  all  his  fons  have  loft 
Their  immortality; 

3  Life,  like  a  vain  amufement  flies, 

A  fable  or  a  fong  ; 
By  fwift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 

4  'Tisbut  a  few  whofc  days  amount 

To  threcfcore  years  and  ten  ; 
And  all  beyond  that  fhort  account 
Is  forrow,  toil,  and  pain. 

5  f_Our  vitals  with  laborious  ftrife 

Bear  up  the  crazy  load, 
And  drag  thefe  poor  remains  of  life 
.Along  the  tirefome  road. J 

6  Almighty  God  reveal  thy  love, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone  : 
Gh  !  let  our  fweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

7  Our  fouls  would  learn  the  heav'nly  art 

T'  improve  the  hours  we  have, 
That  we  may  a£l  the  wifer  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 
PSALM  90.  Fer.i3,  Sec.   Third  Part.  C.  Metre 
Breathing  after  Heaven. 

1  ~P  ETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return  j 
J\_     Earth  is  a  tirefome  place: 
How  long  fhall  we  thy  children  mourn 

Our  ab fence  from  thy  face  ? 

2  Let  hcav'n  fuccecd  our  paintul  years, 

Let  fin  and  forrow  ctafe, 
And  in  proportion  to  our  tears, 
So  make  our  joys  increafe. 

3  Thy  wonders  toihy  fervants  (how, 

Make  thy  own  work  complete  ; 
Then  fhall  our  fouls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 


PSALM    XCI,  XCI.  lS7 

4  Then  fcallwe  (hioc  before  thy  throne 
In  all  rhv  beaut  v  Lord  : 
And  tnepoyorfervice  we.  have  done 

Meetadivinereward  ^ 

PSALM     9°-    Vcr'  5'      V   rr-/; 
Th'  Frailty  and  Shortnefs  of  V.JU 
.   T    ORD,  whatafeeble  piece 
JLi     Is  this  our  mortal  frame! 
Our  life  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
That  fcarce  deferves  the  name  I 
2  Alas,  the  brittle  clay 

That  built  oar  body  far  It  I 
And  ev'ry  month  and  ev'ry  day 
>Tis  m  juid'ring  bac*  to  dult. 
«  Our  moments  fly  apace, 
°      Our  feeble  pow'rs  decay, 
Swift  as  a  flood  our  hafty  days 
Are  f weeping  us  av  ay. 

4  Yet,  if  our  days  muft  fly 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  light, 
We'll  fpend  them  all  in  wifdoms  waj, 
And  let  Chem  fpced  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  Goofier  o'er 

°       This  life's  tempefluous  lea; 

Soon  we  (hail  reach  the  peacetul  more 

Of  bleft  eternity.  «*«*.- 

PSALM  91.     Vcr.  i-7-  *#  *«*■  Lon§  Mdff- 

Sgfr  m  ft«Mfc  ^>'M"  flnflJ  2)a"^r- 
t    T  T  E  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 
ti     Shall  flt-d  a  muft  fecure  abode ; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  fhade 
And  there  at  night  (hail  reft  bs  head. 
2  Then  will  Hay,  "  My  God,  thy  pow  r 
«  Shall  be  my  fortrefs  and  my  tow  r  , 
•«  Ithatamform'dof  feeble  duft 
m  Aldke  thine  almighty  arm  my  txutt. 
H  4 


i88  PSALM    XCI. 

3  Thrice  happy  man!  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  fnare; 
From  Satan's  wiles,  who  ftill  betrays 
Unguarded  fouls  a  thoufand-  ways. 

4  Tuft  as  a  hen  protetts  her  brood, 

From  birds  of  prey  thatfeek  their  blood, 
The  Lord  his  faithful  faints  fhall  guard, 
And  endlefs  life  be  their  reward. 

$  If  burning  beams  of  noon  confpire 
To  dart  a  peftilential  fire  ; 
God  is  their  life,  his  wings  are  fpread 
To  fhield  them  with  an  healthful  fhade. 

<»  If  vapours  with  malignant  breath 

Rife  thick,  and  fcatter  midnight  death, 
Ifra'l  is  fafe  :   the  poifon'd  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Ifra'l's  God  be  there* 

Pause. 

7  What  tho'  a  thoufand  at  thy  fide, 
Around  thy  path  ten  thoufand  dy'd, 
Thy  God  his  chofen  people  faves 
Amongft  the  dead,  amidft  the  graves. 

3  So  when  he  fent  his  angel  down 
To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known, 
And  flew  their  fons,  his  careful  eye 
Paft  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 

9  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  fword, 
Receive  commiffionfrom  the  Lord, 
To  ftrike  his  faints  among  the  reft, 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  bleft. 

10  The  fword,  the  peftilence,  or  fire 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  beft  defire  ; 
Fiom  finsand  forrows  fet  them  free 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  the?. 


PSALM    XCI.  1S9 

PS  AL  M  91.  Ver.  9— i§.  Second  Part.  Com,  Metre. 

Protection  from  Death,  Guard  of  Angels,  Victory  and 
Deliverance. 

t    'VT'E  fonsof  men,  a  feeble  race, 
X       Expos'd  to  ev'ry  fnare, 
Come  make  the  Lord,  your  dwelling  place, 
And  try  and  truft  his  care. 

2  No  ill  (hall  enter  where  you  dwell; 

Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  fweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raife  the  faints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  their  ways  ; 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  fleep,  ' 
And  guardyour  happy  days. 

4  Their  hand  fhall  bear  you  left  you  fall 

And  daih  againft  the  Hones  ; 

Are  they  not  fervants  at  his  call, 

And  lent  t'  attend  his  ions  ? 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  fhall  tread  ; 

The  tempter's  wiles  defeat : 
He  that  hath  btuis'd  the  ferpent's  head 
Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 

6  "  Becaufe  on  me  they  fet  their  love, 

"  I'll  fave  them,  faith  the  Lord  ; 
"  I'll  bear  tbeir  joyful  fouls  above, 
"  Deftruclion  and  the  fword. 

7  «  My  grace  fhall  anfwer  when  they  call, 

"   In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  ; 
"  My  pow'r  {hail  help  them  when  they  fall, 
"   And  raiie  them  when  they  die. 

8  "  Thofe  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known> 

"   I'll  honour  them  in  hcav'n  ; 
*•  There  my  falvai.ion  fhall  be  fhown, 
"  And  endlefs  life  be  giv'n." 
H5 


i?»  PSALM    XCII. 

PSALM    92.    Firft  Part.    Long  Metre. 
A  Pfulmfor  the  Lord's  Day 

1  O  WEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
O  To  praife  thy  name  give  thanks  and  fing, 
To  fhow  thy  love  by  morning  light, 

And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft, 

No  mortal  care  (hall  feize  my  breaft, 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  folemn  found ! 

3  My  heart  fhall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  works  aud  blefs  his  word* 
Thy  works  of  grace  how  bright  they  fbinef 
How  deep  thy  counfels!  how  divine! 

4  Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  fo  high ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die  t 
Like  grafs  ihey  flourifh,  'till  thy  breath 
Btefis  them  in  everiafting  death. 

5  Bat  I  fhall  fhare  a  glorious  part 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart> 
And  frefh  fupplies  of  joy  arefhed 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Sin  (my  word  enemy  before) 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more; 
My  inward  foes  fhall  all  be  flain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  agaia. 

7  Then  fhall  I  fee  and  hear  and  know 
All  I  defir'd,  or  wifh'd  below; 
And  ev'ry  pow'r  find  fweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

PSALM  92.  Ver.  12,  Sec.  Second  Part  Long  Metre. 

The  Church  is  the  Garden  of  God. 
1  T    ORD,  'tis  a  plcafant  thing  to  fland 

JLj  In  gardens  planted  by  thine  hand  ; 

Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  feen 

Like  a  young  cedar  frefh  and  greoo. 


PSALM    XCIII.  i9r 

2  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  and  love, 
Bleft  with  thine  influence  from  above | 
Not  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees 
Yields  fuch  a  comely  fight  as  thefe. 
o  The  plants  of  grace  fhall  ever  live ; 
(Nature  decays,  but  graoe  muft  thrive) 
Time,  that  doth  all  things  elfe  impair, 
Still  makes  them  flourifh  ftrong  and  tair. 
4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age  they  mow, 
The  Lord  is  holy  juft  and  true ; 
None  that  attend  his  gates  fhall  nnd 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 
PSALM    93.   Firft  Metre.  As  the  100th  Pfalm. 

The  Eternal  and  the  Sovereign  God. 
1    TEHOVAH  reigns;  he  dwells  in  light, 
J    Girded  with  majefty  and  might : 
The  world  created  by  his  hands 
Still  on  its  firft  foundation  (lands, 
a  But  ere  this  fpacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  firft  foundation  laid, 
Thy  throne  eternal  ages  ftood, 
Thyfelf  the  ever-living  God. 
o  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rife, 
°  And  aim  their  rage  againft  the  flues  ; 
Vain  floods  that  aim  their  rage  lo  high  . 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 
A  Forever  fhall  thy  throne  endure; 
Thy  promife  ftands  for  ever  fure; 
And  everlafting  holinefs 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  g>-ace. 
PSALM  93.  Second  Metre.  As  the  old  5oth  Pfalm, 
1  HpHE  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high; 
1     His  robes  of  ftate  are  ftrength  and  majefty; 
This  wide  creation  rofe  at  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word  and  'ftablifh'd  by  his  hand. 
Long  ftood  his  throne  ere  he  began  creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation* 


J9«  PSALM    XCIII. 

%  2°t  'S  lh' eternal  Kin«;  thy  foes  ir»  vaio 
Kai.e  their  rebellions  to  confound  thy  reign; 
In  vain  the  ftorms,  in  vain  the  floods  arife, ' 
And  roar,  and  tofs  their  waves  againft  the  flcies; 
J-oammgarheav'ntheyrage  with  wild  commotion- 
But  heav'n'6  high  arches  fcorn  the  fwelling  ocean. 

3  Ye  tempers  rage  no  more;  ye  floods  be  ftill  • 
And  the  mad  world  fubmiflive  to  his  will; 
Built  on  bis  truth  his  church  muft  ever  ftan'd  • 
Firm  are  his  promifes,  and  ftrong  his  hand  • ' 
See  his  own  Ions,  when  they  appear  before  him, 
Bow  at  his  footftool  and  with  fear  adore  him. 

PSALM  93.  Third  Metre.  As  the  old  md  Pfalm. 

1  HPHE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

X       And  royal  flate  maintains, 
Hie  head  with  awful  glories  crown'd  ; 

Array'd  in  robes  of  light, 

Begirt  with  fov'reign  might, 
And  rays  of  majefty  around. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands 

The  world  fecurely  ftands, 
And  fkies  and  flars  obey  thy  word  ; 

Thy  throne  was  fixton  high 

Ere  flats  iidorn'd  the  fky  : 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom  Lord. 

3  In  vain  the  uoify  croud, 

billows  fierce  and  loud, 
Againft:  thine  empire  rage  and  roar; 

In  vain  with  angry  fpite 

The  furlv  nations  fight, 
And  d  fh  like  waves  againft  the  fhore. 
4^. Let  iloods  and  nations  rage, 

And  all  their  pow'r  engage, 
Let  fw<  lling  tides  airiult  the  fky  ; 

The  terrors  of  thy  frown 

St  ill  beat  their  madnefs  down  ; 
Thy  throne  forever  ftands  on  high. 


PSALM    XCIV.  193 

5  Thy  promifes  are  true, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new, 
There  fix'd  thy  church  (hall  ne'er  remove  ; 
Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 
Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  fing  thine  eveilafting  love. 

[Repeat  the  fourth  Stanza  to  complete  the  Tune. 

PSALM  94.  Ver.  1,  2,  7,  14-  ^fPart.  Com.Metrtf. 

Saints  chajlifed,  and  Sinners  defrayed;  or,  InJiruSive 
Afflictions. 

1  /^V  GOD!  to  whom  revenge  belongs," 
V_y     Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud  ; 

Let  fov'reign  pow'r  redrefs  our  wrongs, 
Let  juftice  fmite  the  proud. 

2  They  fay,  "  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hears;" 

When  will  the  vain  be  wife  ? 
Can  he  be  deaf,  who  form'd  their  ears  ? 
Or  blind,  who  made  their  eyes  ? 

3  He  knows  their  impious  thoughts  are  vain, 

And  they  fhall  feel  his  pow'r  : 
His  wrath  fhall  pierce  their  fouls  with  pain 
In  fome  furprifing  hour. 

4  But  if  thy  faints  deferve  rebuke, 

Thou  hail  a  gentler  rod  ; 
Thy  providence,  thy  facred  book 
Shall  make  them  know  their  God. 

5  Bleft  is  the  man  thy  hands  chaftife, 

And  to  his  duty  draw  ; 
Thy  fcourges  make  thy  children  wife 
When  they  forget  thy  law. 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  caft  off  his  faints, 

Nor  his  own  prornife  break  ; 
He  pardons  hib  inheritance 
For  their  Redeemer's  fake. 


*94        PSALM    XCIV,  XCV. 
PSALM  94.   Vet.  i6,  23.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
God  our  Support  and  Comfort ;  or,  Deliverance  from 
Temptation  and  Perfecution. 

1  TT^JHO  willarife  and  plead  my  right 

V  V       Againft  mv  num'rous  foes  ? 
While  earth  and  hell  thrir  force  unite, 
And  all  my  hopes  oppofe. 

2  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 

Suftain'd  my  fainting  head, 
My  life  had  now  in  filence  dwelt, 
My  foul  amongft  the  dead. 

3  Alas!  my  Aiding  feet !  I  cry'd, 

Thy  promife  bore  me  up; 
Thy  grace  ftood  conftant  by  my  fide, 
And  rais'd  my  finking  hope. 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bofom  roll, 
Thy  boundlefs  love  forgives  my  faults, 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  foul. 

5  Pow'rs  of  iniquity  may  rife, 

And  frame  pernicious  laws; 
But  God  my  refuge  rules  the  fkies, 
He  will  defend  my  caufe. 

6  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud, 

Let  bold  biafpbemers  feoff; 
The  Lord  our  God  (hall  judge  the  proud, 
And  cut  the  finners  off. 

PSALM     95.     Common  Metre-. 

A  Pfalm  before  Prayer. 
ING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
►     And  in  his  ftrength  rejoice; 
When  his  falvation  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 
2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  fight, 
And  pfalms  of  honour  fing; 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundlefs  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King, 


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PSALM    XCV.  i95 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know, 

How  mean  their  natures  feem, 
Thofe  Gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 
When  once  compar'd  with  him. 

4  Earth  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  fpacious  hand  ; 
He  fix'd  the  feas  what  bounds  to  keeD, 
And  where  the  hills  rauft  ftand. 
§  Come  and  with  humble  fouls  adore,. 
Come,  kneel  before  his  face; 
O  may  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r 
Be  children  of  his  grace ! 
6  Now  is  the  time  he  bends  his  ear, 
And  waits  for  your r«queft; 
Come,  left  he  rouze  his  wrath  and  fwear, 
"  Ye  (hall  not  fee  my  reft." 

PSALM     95.    Short  Metre. 
A  PJalm  before  Sermon, 

1  /^*  OME,  found  his  praife  abroad, 
\^J  And  hymns  of  glory  fiug  : 
Jehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 

The  univerfal  King. 

2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown; 

He  gave  the  feastheir  bound  ; 
The  v/at'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  folid  ground. 

3  Come,  worfhip  at  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  works  and  not  our  own  t 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 
A  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice^ 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 
£  But  if  your  ears  refufe 

The  language  of  his  grace, 


196  PSALM    XCV. 

And  hearts  grow  hard  like  ftubborn  Jews, 
That  unbelieving  race : 
6  The  Lord  in  veng'ance  dreft 

Will  lift  his  hand,  and  fwear, 
"  You  that  defpife  my  promis'd  reft, 
«'  Shall  have  no  portion  there." 

P  S  A  L  M  95.  Ver.  1,  2,  3,  6—11.  Long  Metre. 

Canaan  hji  through  Unbelief;  or,  a  Warning  to  delaying 

Sinners. 
1    f^i  OMK  let  our  voices  join  to  raife 

\jt   A  facred  fong  of  folemn  praife : 

God  is  a  fov'reign  King;  reheaife 

His  honour  in  exalted  verfe. 
t  Come,  let  our  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 

Who  fram'd  our  natures  with  his  word, 

He  is  our  Shepherd  ;  wethefheep 

His  mercy  chofe,  his  paftures  keep. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counfcls  of  his  love  obey, 
Nor  let  our  harden'd  hearts  renew 
The  fins  and  plagues  that  Ifra'l  knew. 

4  Ifra'l,  that  faw  his  works  of  grace 
Yet  tempt  their  Maker  to  his  face ; 
A  faithlefs  unbelieving  brood, 
That  tii  'd  the  patience  of  their  God. 

5  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  "  How  falfe  they  prove! 
"  Forget  my  pow'r,  abufe  my  love; 

«'  Since  they  defpis'd  my  reft,  I  fwear, 
<<  Their  feet  fhall  never  enter  there." 

6  [Lookback,  my  foul,  with  holy  dread, 
And  view  thofe  ancient  rebels  dead  ; 
Attend  the  offer'd  grace  to-day, 

Nor  lofe  the  bleffingsby  delay. 

7  Seize  the  kind  promife  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Sion's  heav'nly  gates; 
Believe  and  take  the  promis'd  reft  ; 
Obey,  and  be  for  ever  Lleih] 


PSALM    XOVI,  XCVII.      197 

t  S  A  L  M  96.  Ver.  2,  10,  &c,  Common  Metre* 

Ckrifi'sjirjl  andfeccnd  Cm  'ng. 

X   Q  I  N  G  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 
O  Ye  tribes  of  ev'ry  tongue ; 
His  new  difcover'd  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  Cong. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jefus  reigns, 

God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 
His  pow'r  the  finking  world  fuftains, 
And  grace  furrounds  his  throne. 

3  Letheav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  feen  ; 
Let  cities  fhine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  The  joyous  earth,  the  bending  flues 

His  glorious  train  difplay  ; 
Ye  mountains  fink,  ye  vallies  rife, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  to  blefs 

The  nations  as  their  God ; 
To  fhow  the  world  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  fend  his  truth  abroad. 

6  His  voice  (hall  raife  the  flumb'ring  dead, 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near ; 
But  how  will  guilty  nations  dread, 
To  fee  their  judge  appear  ! 

PSALM     97.     As  the  113th  Pfalm, 
The  God  of  the  Gentiles. 
1   T    E  T  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife, 
X-J   To  fing  the  c  hoi  celt  pfa^m  of  praife, 

To  fing  ?nd  blefs  JehovaVs  name  : 
His  glory  let  the  heathens  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  fhow, 
And  all  his  laving  works  proclaim,, 


i$S  PSALM    XCVIJ. 

2  The  heather.s  know  t/iy  glory,  Lord, 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word, 

But  here  Jehovah's  name  is  known : 
Nor  (hall  our  worfhipe'er  be  paid, 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made ; 

Our  Maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  Hefram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  fky, 
He  made  the  (Tuning  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there: 
His  beams  aie  rcajefty  and  light : 
His  beauties  how  divinely  bright! 

His  temple  how  divinely  fair ! 

4  Come  the  gieat  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  (hall  feel  his  faving  pow'r, 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name  : 
Then  (hall  the  race  of  men  confefs 
The  beauty  of  his  holinefs, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 
PSALM  97.   Vcr.  1  —5.  hirjl  Part.  Long  Metre. 
CLrijl  jeigning  in  Heaven,  and  coming  to  Judgmciit. 

1  TT  E  reigns;  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 
XjL   Praife  him  in  evangelic  drains  : 

Let  the  whole  earth  in  long*  rejoice, 
And  diftant  ((lands  join  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are  his  counfcls  and  unknown  ; 
But  grace  and  truth  lupport  his  throne  : 
Tho'  gloomy  clouds  his  way  fui round  : 
Jirilice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo,  he  comes, 
Shakes  the  \mol  earth  and  cltaves  the  tombs; 
l>ck>re  him  burns  devout ing  fire, 

The  mountains  melt,  the  leas  rciiie. 
\  His  enemies  with  lore  difmay, 
Fly  from  the  fight  and  It  un  the  day; 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  faints,  on  high, 
And  fine,  for  youi  icckmption's  bigh. 


PSALM    XCVII.  i  ;9 

PSALM  97.  Vir.  6—9.  Second  Fart.  Long  Mctr«« 

Ch nJC  s  Incarnation. 

1   rT^  H  E  Lord  is  come  ;  the  heav'rss  proclaim 
A     His  birth  ;  thp.  nations  learn  his  name; 
An  unknown  (tar  directs  the  road 
Of  eaRem  fages  to  theii  God. 

3  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  ikies, 
Go,  worfhip  where  the  Saviour  lies : 
Angels  and  kirgs  before  him  bow, 

•  Thofegods  on  high  and  gods  below. 

4  Let  idols  totter  to  'he  ground, 
And  their  own  worfhippers  confound  : 
ButSion  (hall  his  glories  fing, 
And  earth  confefs  her  fov'reign  king. 

PSALM    97.     Third  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Grace  and  Glory. 

1  nPH'   Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 

JL     O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  Iky  ; 
Tho'  clouds  and  darkners  veil     ;s  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-feat. 

2  O  ye  that  love  his  holy  name, 
Haie  ev'ry  work  of  fin  and  fhame  ; 
Ke  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  fnarCs  of  hell  defends. 

3  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  taints  in  darknefs  fown  ; 
Thofe  glorious  feeds  fhall  rpriog  and  rife, 
And  the  bright  harveli  bids  our  eyes. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  facrcu  honours  of  the  Loid  ; 

None  but  the  foul  that  feels  his  grace  > 

Can  triumph  in  his  holiaefs,  /( 


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200    PSALM    xcvir,  XCVIII. 

P  S  A  L  M  97.  Ver.  3,  5—7,  n.  Common  Met*e< 

Chips  Incarnation  and  the  laji  Judgment. 
1    T    ET  earth,  with  ev'ry  ifle  and  fea 
\~J  Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigps  : 
His  word  like  fire  prepares  his  way, 
And  mountains  melt  to  plains, 
a  His  prefence  finks  the  proudeft  hills, 
And  makes  the  vallies  rife ; 
The  humble  foul  enjoys  his  fmiles, 
The  haughty  (inner  dies. 

3  The  heav'ns  his  rightful  pow'r  proclaim; 

The  idol-gods  around 
Pill  their  own  worfhippers     th  fhame, 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 

4  Adoring  angels  at  his  birth 

Make  the  Redeemer  known; 
Thus  (hall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth, 

And  angels  guard  his  throne. 
g  His  foes  (hall  tremble  at  his  fight, 

And  hills  and  feas  retire  : 
His  children  take  their  unknown  flight, 

And  leave  the  world  on  fire. 
6  The  feeds  of  joy  and  glory  fown 

For  faints  in  darknefs  here, 
Shall  rife  and  fpring  in  worlds  unknown, 

And  a  rich  harveft  bear. 

PSALM     98.     Firjl  Part.     Common   Metre. 

Praifefor  the  Gofpel. 
i  r"|",0  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 
I      New  honouis  be  addrefs'd  ; 
His  great  falvation  fhines  abroad  ; 
And  makes  the  nations  bleft. 

a  To  Abrah'm  firfl  he  fpoke  the  word. 
And  <._ug!it  his  num'rous  race; 
The  Genciks  own  him  fov'reign  Lord, 
And  learn  to  truft  his  grace. 


PSALM    XCVIII,   XCIX.     201 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 
With  all  her  diff'rent  tongues  ; 
And  fpread  the  honour  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  fongs. 

PSALM     98.     Second  Part.     Common  Metre, 
The  Mefiiah's  Coming  and  K-'ngdom. 

1  TOY  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come, 
J      Let  earth  receive  her  King-; 

Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  fing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns, 

Let  men  their  fongs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains3 
Repeat  the  founding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  fins  and  forrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infeft  the  ground  : 
He  comes  to  make  his  bleffings  flow, 
Far  as  the  curfe  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  wotld  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

PSALM    99.     Firjl  Part.    Short  Metre, 

Chriji's  Kingdom  and  A/Iajejly. 

1  rT",HEGod  Jehovah  reigns, 

JL       Let  all  the  nations  fear; 

Let  finners  tremble  at  his  throne, 

And  faints  be  humble  there. 

2  Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns; 

Let  earth  adore  its  Lord; 
Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  (land, 
Swiit  to  fulfil  his  word. 

3  In  Sion  (lands  his  throne, 

His  honours  are  divine; 
His  church  fhai!  make  his  wonders  known, 
For  there  his  glories  fhine. 


ioi  PSALM    XCIX,    C. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name  ! 

How  ter  ib!e  his  praife  ! 
Jjftice  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 
In  all  his  works  of     id  c. 

PSALM     99.     Second  Part.  Short  Metre, 
A  holy  God  zuor/kij.'ped  with  Reverence. 
»    "FT  X ALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
Jl  j      And  worfhip  at  his  ket  ? 
His  r.a'u-e  is  all  nolinefs, 
And  mercy  is  his  feat. 
£  When  Ifia'l  was  his  church, 
When   Aaron  was  his  prieft, 
When  Mo'cs  cry'd.  when  Samuel  prayd, 
He  gave  hi:,  peoole  reft. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  iheir  fins, 

Nor  would  deliroy  their  race; 
And  of  he  made  his  \cng'an:e  known 
When  they  abus'd  his  gi\iCe. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whofe  grace  is  flill  thefan^; 
Still  he's  a  God  of  nolinefs, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

PSALM    100     Firfl  Metre    AfLah.TnrJlslioru 

Praife  to  cvr  C/cator. 
i   T7E  naliorss  round  the  earth,  rejoice 

JL        Before  the  Lord,  your  fov'reign  King; 
genre  him  with  ch:crful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  fing. 

2  The  Lord  is  God  ;  Vis  he  alone 
Djth  Hie  and  breath,  and  being  gi  vc  ; 
We  are  his  work,  a. id  not  our  own; 
The  fheep  that  on  his  pafluieslive. 

3  Fr  ter  his  gate:  w  ith  fongs  of  joyr 
Wit":  praifts  to  his  courts  repair; 
And  n;  ke it  your  divin  employ 
To  pay  your  thanks  and  honours  tbi 


PSALM    C,  CL  ^oj 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  knd  ; 
Great  is  hisgrace,  his  mercy  fim  ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  fhali  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

PSALM     100.     Second  Metre.     AParaphrafe. 

x    DETORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 

23      Ye  nations,  bow  with  facred  joy  : 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 

He  can  create  and  he  deftroy. 
g  His  fov'ieign  pow'r  without  our  aid 

Made  us  of  day,  and  form'd  us  men  ; 

And  when  like  wand'iing  fhef-p  we  ftray'd, 

He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,,  we  his  care, 
Our  fouls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  ; 
What  lading  honours  fhall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name? 

4  We'll  croud  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs, 
High  as  the  heav'n,  our  voices  raife  ; 
And  earth  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command 
Vaft  as  eterniry  thy  love  ; 

Firm  as  a  rock  tky  truth  muff  (land, 
When  rolling  years  mall  ceafe  to  move. 

PSALM     ici.     Long  Metre. 

Tit  Magijiratc's  PJalm. 

1  T\  /f  E  R  C  Y  and  judgment  are  my  fong, 
1VX     And  fi  ice  they  both  to  thee  belong, 
My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 

To  thee  my  fongsand  vows  1  bring. 

2  If  Ian  r2:s'i  to  bear  the  fword  ; 

my  counfel  fiom  thy  word  ; 
a  id  thy  heav'nly  grace 
d  yf  no/  wa\  s, 


£04  PSALM    CI. 

3  Let  wifdom  all  my  a&ions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  me  refide  : 
No  wicked  thing  fhall  dwell  with  met 
Which  ma)  provoke  thy  jcaloufy. 

4  No  fons  of  dander,  rage  and  ihrife 
Shall  be  companions  or  my  life  : 
The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride 
Within  my  doors  fhall  ne'er  abide. 

5  [I'll  fearch  the  land  and  raifethe  jafl 
To  pofts  of  honour,  wealth  and  truft  : 
The  men  that  work  thy  holy  will 
Shall  be  my  friends  andfav'rites  ftillT 

6  In  vain  fhall  finners  hope  to  rife 
By  flatt'ring  or  malicious  lies  ; 
Nor,  while  the  innocent  I  guard. 
Shall  bold  offenders  e'er  be  fpar'd. 

7  The  impious  crew  (that  factious  band) 
Shall  hide  iheir  heads,  orquil  the  land  ; 
And  all  that  break  the  public  rell, 
Where  I  have  pow'r,   fhall  be  fuppreft. 

PSALM     joi.     Common  Metre. 
A  Pfalmfor  a  Mafter  of  a  Family. 
x  f\T  juftice  and  of  grace  I  fing, 
\^J      And  pay  my  God  my  vows ; 
Thy  grace  and  juftice  heav'nly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  thy  houfe. 
2  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God  repair, 
And  make  thy  fcrvant  wile  ; 
I'll  fuffer  nothing  near  me  there 
That  fhall  offend  thine  eyes. 
4  The  man  that  doth  his  neighbour  wrong 
By  falfehood  or  by  force, 
The  fcorniul  eye,  the  fland'rous  tongue, 
I'll  thrufl  them  from  my  doors. 
s  I'll  reektfc<  faithful  and  thejUft, 
And  will  their  help  enjoy; 
Thele  are  the  friends  that  I  lhall  truft, 
The  iervants  I'll  employ. 


PSALM     Cir,  z0i 

5  The  wretch  that  deals  in  fly  deceit 
I'll  not  endure  a  night ; 
The  liar's  tongue  I  ever  ha'e, 
And  banifh  from  my  Tight. 
5  I'll  pur^e  ins  familv  around, 
And  makct'ie  wicked  flee  ; 
So  fhall  my  houfe  be  ever  found 
A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 

f  S  A  L  M  102.    Ver.  1—13,  go,  21,  FhJ  Pan, 
Common  Metre. 

A  Prayer  for  the  AffiiBed. 

1  TT  EAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 
XjL   But  anfwer,  left  I  die  : 
Hall  tnou  not  buile  a  throne  of  grace, 
To  hear  when  Tinners  ciy  ? 

a  My  days-  are  wafted  like  the  fmoke 
Dtffolving  in  the  air  ; 
My  ftrength  is  dry'd,  my  heart  is  broke; 
And  finking  in  defpair. 

3  Mv  fpirits  fliglike  with'fing  grafs 
Burnt  wi  h  exceffive  heat  1 
In  fecret  groans  my  minutes  pafs, 
And  I  forget  to  eat. 

A  As  on  fome  lonely  building's  top, 
The  fparrow  tells  her  moan, 
Jar  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope 
I  fit  and  grieve  alone. 

5  My  foul  is  like  a  wildemefs, 

Where  beads  of  midnight  howl; 
Where  tie  fad  raven  finds  her  place, 
And  where  the  Icreaming  owl. 

6  Dark  difmal  thoughts  and  boding  fears 

Dwell  in  my  troubled  breaft ; 
While  fharp  reproaches  wound  my  ear?; 
Nor  gjve  my  fpirit  reft. 


206  PSALM    Cir. 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes, 

And  tears  are  my  repaft  : 
My  daily  bread  like  aihes  grows 
Unpleafant  to  my  taile. 

8  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 

To  louls  that  feel  thy  frown  ; 
Lord  'twas  thy  hand  advane'd  me  high, 
Thy  hand  hath  caft  me  down. 

9  My  looks  like  wither'd  leaves  appear ; 

And  life's  declining  light 
Grows  faint  as  ev'ning  fhadows  are, 

That  vanifh  into  night, 
to  But  thou  forever  art  the  fame, 

O  my  eternal  God  ; 
Ages  to  come  fhall  know  thy  name, 

And  fpread  thy  works  abroad. 

11  Thou  wilt  arife,  and  (how  thy  face, 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay, 
Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace, 
That  long  expe&ed  day. 

12  He  hears  his  faints,  he  knows  their  cry, 

And  by  myiterious  ways, 
Redeems  the  pris'ners,  doom'd  to  die, 
And  fills  their  tongues  with  praife. 
PSALM  102.  Ver.  13-21.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre, 
Pra\er  heard,  and  Sion  rejlorid, 

1  T    E  T  Sion,  and  her  fons  rejoice  ; 
±~j     Behold  the  promis'd  hour: 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 

And  comes  t'  exalt  his  power. 

2  Her  duft  and  ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes; 

Thofe  ruins  fhall  be  built  again, 

And  all  that  dufl  fhall  rife. 

3  The  Lord  will  raife  Jerufalem, 

Aug  (land  in  glory  there ; 
X  ti  "  before  his  name, 

And  kmgs  attend  with  fear. 


PSALM    CII.  107 

j.  He  Gts  a  fov'rcign  on  his  throne, 
With  pity  in  his  eyes  : 
He  hears  the  dying  prifoners  groan, 
And  fees  their  fighs  arife. 
5  He  frees  the  fouls  condemn'd  to  death. 
And  when  his  faints  complain, 
It  fhan'tbe  faid,  "  that  praying  breath 
"  Was  ever  fpentin  vain." 

rThis  (hall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 
And  left  on  long  record; 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  truft  and  praife  the  Lord. 

PSALM  10a.  Ver.  23—28.  Third  Part.  Long  Metre. 

fen'x  Mortality,  and  ChrijVs  Eternity ;  or,  Saints  dit» 
tut  Chrifl  and.  the  Church  live. 

1    TT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand, 

i.      Weakens  our  ftrength  amidft  the  race ; 
Difeafe  and  death  at  his  command 

Arreft  us  and  cut  fhort  our  days, 
a  Spare  us,  OLord,  aloud  we  pray, 

Nor  let  our  fun  go  down  at  noon  ; 
Thy  years  are  one  eternal  dav. 

And  muff  thy  children  die  fo  foon? 
Yet  in  the  midft  of  death  and  grief 

This  thought  our  forrow  fhall  afTuage, 
"  Oui  Father  and  our  Saviour  live  ; 

"  Chrift  is  the  fame  thro'  ev'ry  age." 
'Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid; 

Heav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand ; 
This  earth  grows  old,  thcfe  heav'ns  fhall  fade; 

And  all  be  chang'd  at  his  command. 
5  The  ftarry  curtaius  of  the  fky 

Like  garments  fhall  be  laidafide  : 
But  {Vill  thy  throne  Hands  firm  and  high  ; 

Thy  church  fcr  ever  muft  abide. 
I2 


ftdg  PSALM    Ctlt. 

6  Before  thy  face  thy  chuich  fhall  live, 

And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign; 
This  dying  world  fhall  they  furvive, 
And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'd  again. 

PSALM  103    Ver.  1—7.  Firft  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Bkjfing  God  for  his  Goodncfs  to  Soul  and  Body. 

1  T>  I  ESS,  O  my  foul.   1  he  living  God, 
.O  Call  home  th\  thoughts  that  rove  abroad, 
Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine  ! 

2  Bltfs.  O  my  foul,  the  God  of  grace ! 
His  favours  claim  thy  higheft  praife; 
Why  (hould  'he  wonders  he  habh  wrought 
Be  loft  in  filence  and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis  he,  my  foul,  that  fenthis  Son 
To  die  for  crimes,  which  thou  haft  done;. 
He  owns  the  rnfom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals 
And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels; 
Redeems  the  foul  fiom  hell,  and  faves 
Oar  wafting  lives  from  thieat'ntng  graves. 

5  Our  youth  decay'd,  his  power  repairs; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years: 
He  nils  our  ftore  with  ev'ry  good, 
And  feeds  our  fouls  with  heav'nly  food. 

6  He  fees  th'  opprellbr  and  the  oppreft, 
And  often  gives  the  fufl'rers  reft  ; 
But  will  his  juftice  mote  difpiay 
In  the  hft  great  rewarding  day. 

7  [His  power  he  fhow'd  by  Mofes'  hands, 
And  gave  to  lfra'l  his  commands; 
But  font  his  truth  and  mercy  down 
To  all  the  nations  by  his  Son.] 

8  Let  the  whole  earth  his  power  confefs, 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace;. 
The  Gentile  wim  the  Jew  fhall  join 
Lu.wwrl;  and  worfhip  fo  diviue. 


PSALM    CIII.  209 

<p  S  A  L  M     103.     Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 
God's  sentle  Chajiifment;  or,  Mis  tender  Mercy  to  his 

People. 
*  HH  HE  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways? 
1      How  firm  his  truth  !  h  >w  large  his  grace  1 
\    He  takes  his  mercv  for  his  throne, 

And  thence  he  makes  hts  glories  known. 
fe  Not  half  fo  high  his  power  hath  fpread 
The  ftarry  heav'ns  above  our  head, 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praile, 
Exceeds  he  highefl  hopes  we  raite. 
,3  Not  half  fo  tar  hath  natu-e  plac'd 
The  rifing  morning  from  the  weft, 
As  his  forgiving  grace  rem w.  s 
.  The  dailv  guilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 

4  How  Sow  his  awful  wrath  ;o  rife  i 
On  fwifter  wings  falvation  flies; 
And  if  he  lets  nis  anger  burn, 
How  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ! 

5  Amidft  his  wrath  compamon  fhines? 
His  flrokes  are  lighter  than  our  fins  ; 
And  while  his  rod  correfts    is  faints, 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

I  6  So  fathers  their  young  fons  chaftife, 
With  Kittle  hinds  and  melting  eyes  : 
The  children  weeo  beneath  the  (mart, 
And  move  the  pity  ot  tiieir  heart. 
Pause. 
I  The  mighty  God,  the  wife  and  juft> 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  <iuit; 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impofe 
Beyond  the  ftrength  that  he  beftows. 
8  He  knows  how  foon  our  nature  dies, 
Blaited  by  ev'ry  wind  that  flies; 
Like  grafs  we  fpring  and  die  as  foon, 
Or  morning  flowers  that  fade  at  noon. 
1  3 


210  PSALM    CIII. 

«  But  his  eternal  love  is  fure 

To  all  the  faints,  and  (hail  endure: 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  fhall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

PSALM  103.  Ver.  t— 7.  FirJlPart.  Short  Metre. 

Praijefer  Spiritual  and  Temporal  Mercies. 
i   /"~\  H  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul! 
\_J     Let  all  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  blefs  his  name, 
Whofe  favours  ere  divine. 

2  O  blefs  the  Lord  my  foul ! 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie, 

forgotten  in  uothankfulnefs; 

And  without  praifes  die. 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  fins, 

'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  fickneffes, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ranfom'd  from  the  grave; 
He  that  redeem'd  my  foul  from  hell 

Hath  fov'ieign  pow'r  to  fave. 
$  He  fills  the  poor  with  good; 

He  gives  the  fufPrers  reft; 
The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud^ 

And  jufticefor  th  oppreft. 
6  His  v/ond'rous  works  and  ways 

He  made  by  Mofes  known  ; 
.But  lent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 

By  his  beloved  Son. 

PSALM  103.  Ver.  8—18.  Second  Part.  Short  Metre. 

Abounding  Compajicn  of  God;  or,  Mercy  in  the  MidJ  oj 

Judgment. 

1   l\/l  ^  ^ou^'  rePeat  n*s  Praife> 
iSJi   Whole  mercies  are  fo  great  j 
Whofe  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife, 
£>o  ready  to  abate. 


PSALM    CIII.  «* 

a  God  will  not  always  chide  ; 

And  when  his  flrokes  are  felt,  # 
His  ftrokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  liches  of  his  grace 
Our  higheft  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  power  fubdues  our  fins, 
And  his  forgiving  love, 

Jar  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  weft, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

5  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  thofe  that  fear  his  name, 
Is  fuch  as  tender  parents  feel ; 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

6  He  knows  we  are  but  duft, 

Scatter  d  with  ev'ry  breath  j 
His  anger  like  a  rifing  wind 
Can  lend  us  fwift  to  death, 

7  Our  davs  are  as  the  grafs, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower  I 
If  one  fharp  blaft  fweep  o'er  the  held, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

8  But  thy  companions,  Lord, 

To  endlefs  years  endure ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promife  fure. 

PSALM  iOfr'rdr.  19-22.  Third  Part.  ShortMetre. 

God's  universal  Dominion  ;■  or,  Angels  praife  the  Lord. 

a  r~F"",HE  Lord  the  fov'reiga  King, 
X       Hath  fixed  hisihrone  on  high, 
O'er  all  the  heav'nly  world  he  rules, 
Aad  all  beneath  the  fky, 
I  4 


. 


**%  PSALM    CIV. 

a  Ye  angels  great  in  might, 
And  fa-lit  to  do  ins  will, 
Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  whofc  voice  ye  heay, 
Whofc  pJeafure  ye  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hofls  who  wait 

Theordeis  of  their  King, 
Ard  guard  hisrhnrches  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praife  they  fing. 

4  While  al]  his  wond'rous  works, 

Thro'  his  vafl  kingdom,  fhow 
Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my  foul, 
Shall  fing  his  giaces  too. 

PSALM     104. 
The  Glory  of  God  in  Creation  and  Provider**, 

1  TV/T  Y  foul,  thy  ?rcat  Creator  praife; 
IVi.    When  cloth'd  in  his  ceiellial  rays, 
He  in  full  maiefiy  appears, 

And  li   ea  robe  his  glory  wears. 
Note,  This  P/a/m  may  it.  fvng  to  the  Tune  of  the  c'd 
11  art  or  iz-jth  Pfilm,  by  adding  the fe  too   Lutes 
to  every  Stinsui.  (viz.) 

Gieat  is  the  Lord  !   what  tongue  can  frame 
An  eqtral  honour  to  his  name  ? 

[Otheruife  it  mufl  be  fur. g  as  the  \ooik  Pfa!m. 

2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  forbad  ; 
Th'  unfathom'd  d?e->  he  make'  his  bed: 
(-ioLlc}s  are  his  chariot  when  he  flics 

On  winged  ftormsacrofs  the  Ikies. 

3  ^n£f  ls.>   whom  his  own  breath  infpires, 
His  mmiftcrs,arr  flaming  fires; 

And  faift  as  thought  their  armies  move 
'I  o  bear  his  veng'ance  or  his  love. 

4  The  world's  foundation  hv  his  hand 
Is  pois'd,  and  fhal!  roreve r  (land  : 
He  binds  \.Vr  ocean  in  his  chan. 
Lell  it  fhould  drown  the  earth  again. 


PSALM     CIV.  ~i3 

c  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  theflood, 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  fiood, 
Hethunder'd,  and  the  ocean  fled, 
Confiri'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 
6  The  fwelling  billows  know  their  bound, 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round  ; 
Yet  thence  convey'd  by  fecret  veins, 
They  fpring  on  hills,  and  drench  the  plains, 
w  He  bids  the  cryftai  fountains  flow, 
And  cheers  the  vallies  as  they  go  ; 
There  gsntle  herds  their  third  allay, 
And  for  the  ftream  wild  affes  bray. 
8  From  pleafant  trees  which  fhade  the  brink, 
The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  drink  ; 
Their  fongs  the  lark  and  linnet  raife, 
And  chide  our  fiknce  in  his  praife. 
P  a  u   s   e     Firft. 
a  God  from  his  cloudy  ciftem  pours 
On  the parch'd  earth  enriching  fcow  rs  : 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  field, 
A  thoufand  joytul  bleflings  yield. 

10  He  makes  the  grafly  food  arife. 
And  gives  the  cattle  large  fupphes; 
With  herbs  for  man  of  various  power, 
To  nourifh  nature,  or  to  cure, 

1 1  What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce ! 
The  olive  yields  a  plca'.ing  juice  ; 

Our  hearts  arechecr'd  with  gen'rdus  wine, 
His  gifts  proclaim  his  love  divine. 
IB  His  bounteous  hands  out  table  [p«ad, 
He  fills  @ur  cheerful  ftores  with  bread  ; 
While  food  our  vital  ftrength  imparts, 
Let  daily  praife  infpire  our  hearts. 
P  A  v  s  e     Second, 
,o  Behold  the  ftately  cedar  (lands 
Rais'd  in  the  foreft  by  his  hands  ; 
Birds  to  the  boughs  for  fhelter  By, 
And  build  their  Pefts  foure  on  high,  X  y 


CJJ4-  PSALM    CIV. 

24  To  craggy  hills,  afcends  the  goat ; 
And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 
The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell  ; 
He  gives  them  wifdom  whereto  dwell. 

i£  He  fets  the  fun  his  circling  race, 

-Appoints  the  moon  tochange  her  face  ; 
And  when  thick  darknefs  veils  the  day, 
Calls  out  wild  beads  to  hunt  their  prey. 

16  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
And  roaring  afk  their  meat  from  God  ; 
Bat  when  the  morning  beams  arife, 
The  favage  beafts  to  covert  flies. 

17  Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes  ; 
The  night  was  made  for  his  repofe  : 
Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  fweet  relief 
From  tirefome  toil  and  wafting  grief. 

18  How  flrange  thy  works  !  How  great  thy  fkill  1 
While  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  fill  : 

Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  we  fee, 
This  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

19  Nor  lefs  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  fifh  in  millions  fwim  and  creep, 

With  wond'rous  motions,  fwift  or  flow, 
^till  wand'ringin  the  paths  below. 

20  There  (hips  divide  their  wat'ry  way, 
And  flocks  of  fcaly  monftcrs  play  ; 
The  huge  leviathan  refides, 

And  fearlefs  fports  amid  the  tides. 
Pause     Third. 

21  Vaft  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord, 
All  nature  refts  upon  thy  word, 

And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  (lands, 
Waiting  their  portion  fiomthy  hands. 
2,2  While  eachreceives  his  different  food, 
Their  cheerful  looks  pronounce  it  good  i 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms 
Rejoice  and  praife  in  d  iff 'rent  forms. 


PSALM    CV.  m 

m  But  when  thy  face  is  hid  they  mourn, 

And  dying  to  their  duft  return  ; 

Both  man  and  bead  their  louls  refign  . 

Life,  breath  and  fpirit,  all  are  thiue. 
24  Yet  thou  canft  breath  on  duft  again, 

And  fill  the  world  with  beafts  and  men  , 

A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 

Repairs  the  waftes  of  time  and  deatti. 
2r  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might, 

Are  honour'd  with  his  own  delight : 

How  aweful  are  his  glorious  ways  I 

Tne  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praife. 

26  The  earth  fknds  trembling  at  thy  ftroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  fmoke ; 
Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face, 

And  tell  their  wants  to  fov'reign  grace. 

27  In  thee  my  hopes  and  withes  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  fweet; 
Thy  praifes  fhall  my  breath  employ 
Till  it  expire  in  endlefs  joy. 

28  While  haughty  finners  dieaccurft, 
Their  glory  bury'd  with  their  duft, 
I  to  my  God,  my  heav'nly  King 
Immortal  hallelujahs  fing. 

PSALM     105.     Abridged.  Common   Metre. 
God's  Condud  to  Ifrael,  and  tht  Plagues  of  Egypt, 

GI  V  E  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
And  tell  the  world  his  grace  ; 
Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 

That  all  may  feek  his  face. 
!  Hiscov'nant  which  he  kept  in  mind- 
Tor  num'rous  ages  paft, 
To  num'rous  ages  vet  behind 
In  equal  force  fhall  laft. 
I  He  fware  to  Abr'sra  and  his  feed', 
And  made  the  bU  flings  fure. 
Gentiles  the  ancient  promife  read,: 
And  find  his  truth  endure. 


. 


:3i6  PSALM    CV. 

4  "  Thy  feed  fhall  make  all  nations  blefi, 

"  (Said  the  Almighty  voice) 
"  And  Canaan's  land  fhall  be  th»ir  reft, 
11  The  type  of  heav'nly  joys. 

5  [How  large  the  grant!  how  rich  the  grace  ! 

To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
When  they  were  (hangers  in  the  place, 
A  fmall  and  feeble  band  ! 

6  Like  pilgrims  through  the  countries  round 

Securely  they  remov'd  : 
And  haughty  kings,  tfeat  on  them  frown'd, 
Severely  he  reprov'd. 

7  "  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  mine  arm 

"  Shall  foon  avenge  the  wrong  ! 
11  The  man  that  does  my  prophets  harm 
"  Shall  know  their  God  isftrong" 

8  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

Nor  put  the  church  in  fear : 

Ifra'lmujl  live  through  ev'ry  age, 

And  be  th'  Almighty  s  care. 

P  a  u  s  i     Firft. 

3  When  Pharoah  dar'd  to  vex  the  faints, 
And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 
Mofes  was  fent  at  their  complaints, 
Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 
JO  He  call'd  for  darknefs  :  darknefs  came 
Like  an  o'erwhelming  flood; 
He  tum'd  each  lake  and  ev'ry  flream 
To  lakes  and  dreams  of  blood. 
11   He  gave  the  fign,  and  noifome  flies 
Thro'  the  whole  country  fpread  ; 
And  frogs  in  baleful  armies  rife 
About  the  monarch's  bed. 
:a  Thro'  fields,  and  towns,  and  palaces 
The  tenfold  veng'auce  flew  ; 
Locufls  in  fwarms  devour'd  their  trees, 
And  hail  their  cattle  flew. 


p  s  a  l  m  or.  w 

^Thenbvan^e-'smid-n^.fl.oke 

The  ft«*ngth  of  ev'ryhoufe^e  broke, 

Then  glory  and  their  pude. 

14  Now  kt  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 
Nor  putthf  church  m  Jear; 
Jfra'l  w.fi  Hv?  thro'  ev'ry  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  tare. 


U    S    E 


Second. 


x>  Thus  were  the  .rlbes  from  bondage  freed 
*      And  left  the  hated  ground; 
Rich  with  Egvotian  fpoilstncy  lied, 
Nor  was  one  fteble  found. 
*fi  The  Lord  him<elf  chnfe  out  their  way, 
And  mark'd  their  journeys  rtgttf, 
Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  night. 

17  They  third  ;  and  waters  from  the  rock 

In  rich  abundance  flow, 
And  following  (till  the  courfe  they  too*, 
Ran  all  the  defert  through. 

18  O  wond'rous  ftream!  O  bleffed  type 

Of  ever-flowing  grace! 
So  Chriftour  rock  maintains  our  lue 
And  aids  our  wand'ring  race, 
jo  Thus  guarded  by  th'  Almighty  hand, 
The  chofen  tribes  poffeft 
Canaan,  the  rich,  the  promis'd  land, 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  reft. 
20  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 
The  church  renounce  htrjear  i 
Ifra'l  tnuft  live  thro'  ev'ry  age, 
And  be  th' Almighty's  cat*. 


*r*  PSALM     CVI. 

PSALM  106.  Ver.  i-5.  Firjt  Part.  Long  Metrc. 
/Va//*  w  G„</;  or,  Communication  with  Saints. 

1  T9  G°d'  theSreat»  the  ever  bloft, 
-f     Let  fongsof  honour  be  add  reft  ; 

«is  mercy  firm  forever  Hands  ; 

<*ive  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 
Z    Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ? 

Who  mail  fulfil  thy  boundlefs  praife  ? 

Bleft  are  the  fouls  that  fear  thee  ftdl, 

And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chofen  feed ; 
And  with  the  fame  falvation  blefs 
The  meaneft  fuppliant  of  thy  grace. 

4  O  may  I  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice  ! 
This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 
Join'd  to  thy  faints,  and  near  to  thee. 

PSALM1o6.^.IL^.7,8,i2,i4,43..48.S.M.. 

Jfraelpunijhcd  and  pardoned;  or,  God's  unchangeable 

Love. 

1  f"^  °  D  °f  eternal  J°ve, 
VJ  How  fickle  are  our  ways  ! 
And  yet  how  oft  did  Ifra'l  prove 
ihyconftancy  of  grace! 
a  They  faw  thy  wonders  wrought, 
And  then  thy  praife  they  fung  ; 
But  foon  thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot, 
And  murmur'd  with  their  tongue. 

3  Now  they  believe  his  word, 

While  rocks  with  rivers  flow ; 
Now  with  their  lufts  provoke  the  Lord, 
And  he  redue'd  them  low. 

4  Yet  when  they  mourn'd  their  faults, 

He  hearken'd  to  their  groans; 
Brought  his  own  covenant  to  his  thoughts* 
And  call'd  them  ftiil  m>  fons. 


PSALM     CVI1.  ii9 

5  Their  names  were  in  his  book, 

He  fav'd  them  from  their  foes; 
Oft  he  chaftis'd,  but  ne'er  forfook 
The  people  that  hechofe. 

6  Let  Ifra'l  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  love  their  ancient  race ; 
And  Chriftians  join  the  folemn  word, 

Amen  to  all  the  praife. 
PSALM     107.     Firft  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Ifrael  led  io  Canaan,  and  Chriftians  to  Heaven. 

GIVE  thanks  to  God,  he  reigns  above, 
Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love: 
His  mercy  ages  paft  have  known, 
And  ages  long  to  come  fhall  own. 
%  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record  ; 
Ifra'l,  the  nation  whom  he  chofe, 
And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty  foes. 

3  [When  God's  almighty  arm  had  broke 
Their  fetters  and  th'  Egyptian  yoke, 
They  trae'd  the  defert,  wand'ring  round  : 
A  wild  and  folitary  ground  ! 

4  There  they  could  find  no  leading  road, 
Nor  city  for  their  fix'd  abode; 

Nor  food  nor  fountain  to  affuage 
Their  burning  third,  or  hunger's  rage.] 

5  In  their  diftrefsto  God  they  cry'd, 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide  ; 
He  led  their  wand'ring  march  around 

And  brought  their  tribes  to  Canaan's  ground* 

6  Thus  when  our  firft  releafe  we  gain  _ 
From  fin's  old  yoke,  and  fatan's  chain, 
We  have  this  defert  world  to  pafs, 

A  dang'rous  and  atirefome  place. 

7  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footfteps  left  weftray, 
He  guards  us  with  a  pow'rful  hand 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'uly  land. 


S20  PS  ALM     CVII. 

8  O  let  the  faints  with  joy  record 

Tht  truih  and  goodm  fs  of  the  Lord  ! 

How  great  his  works!  how  kind  his  ways  ! 

Let  ev'ry  to.igue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM     107.     Second  Part.  Lo  ig  Metre. 
Correction  for  Sin,  and  Pc/eufe  by  Prayer. 
j  "fT*  ROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  name, 

Jt;     God  and  his  grace  are  llili  the  fame; 

He  fills  the  hungry  foul  with  food, 

And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good, 
a  But  if  their  hearts  rebel  and  rife 

Againft'the  God  that  rules  the  fkies; 

If  they  reje6t  his  heav'nly  word, 

And  flight  the  counfels  of  the  Lord  : 

3  He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground,     — 
And  no  deli v 'ranee  fhall  be  found  ; 
Laden  with  grief  they  wafte  their  breath 
In  darknefs  and  the  fhades  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  arife, 
And  ftatters  all  that  difmal  fhaie 
That  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  head, 

n  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brafs  in  two, 

And  lets  the  fmiling  pris'ners  thro' ; 

Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  ahd  grief, 

A«d  gives  the  lab'ring  foul  relief. 
£  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodnefsof  the  Lord  ! 

How  gr.at  his  works!  how  kind  his  ways! 

Letev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM     107.     Third  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Intemperance  punijhed  and  pardoned,  or,   A  Pfaimfer 

the  Glutton  and  the  Drunkard. 
1   T  7AIN  man  on  foolifli  pleafures  bent, 
V      Prepares  for  his  own  punifhment  : 

"Wnat  pains,  what  loathfome  maladies 

Trom  luxury  and  luft  aiife  { 


psalm   cvn.  m 

•  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wafte; 

Yet  d'^"A'ns  his  health  to  pleafe  his  tafte  ; 

'Till  all  his  aftive  oow'rs  are  loft, 

And  fainting  life  dravvs  near  to  duft. 
,3  The  olutton  groans,  and  loaths  to  eat, 

His  foul  abhors  delicious  meat; 

Nature  with  heaw  loads  oppreft 

Would  yield  to  death  to  be  rcleas'd. 

Then  how  the  frighten'd  fintters  fly 

To  God  for  help  with  earneir  crv! 

He  hears? heir  groans,  prolongs  their  breath. 

And  faves  them  from  approaching  death. 
■j  No  med'eioes  cuild  effoft  the  cure  < 

So  quick,  fo  <mfy,  or  fo  fure: 

The  deadly  fentence  God  r  peals, 

He  fends  his  fov'reign  word,  and  heals. 
6  O  may  the  fons  of  mm  record 

The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord! 

And  let  their  thankful  offering  Drove 

How  they  adors  their  Maker's  love. 

PSALM      107.     Fourth  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  Storms  and  Shipwreck;  or,  The  Sea- 

m&n's  Song. 
1  T  T  7  ^  TT  L  D  vou  behold  the  works  of  G»d, 

VV     His  wonders  in  die  world  abroad, 

With  the  bold  manner  furvey 

The  unknown  regions  of  the  fea. 
S  They  l^ave  their  na'ive  bores  behind, 

And  fcze  -he  favour  of  the  wind  ! 

Till  God    om..'<-nd.  and  tempefb  tife 

That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  fkies. 
g  N"»w  to  the  heav'-is  thev  mount  amain, 

Now  fink  to  drejdful  deeps  a^ain  ; 

What  I! range  affrights  young  farters  feel, 

And  like  a  flagging  drunkaid  reel! 


222  PSALM    CVIL 

4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Loft  to  all  hope  to  God  they  cry  :. 
His  mercy  hears  their  loud  addrefs, 
And  fends  falvation  in  diftrefs. 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  afluage, 
And  ftormy  tenppefts  ceafe  to  rage; 
The  gladfome  train  their  fears  give  o'e* 
And  hail  with  joy  their  native  fhore. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
Let  them  their  private  off 'rings  bring, 
And  in  the  church  his  glory  f.ng. 

PSALM     107.     Fifth  P*rt.  Common  Metre* 

The  Maimer's  Pfaln. 
2   r~P  H  Y  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord> 
X.     That  rule  the  boift'rous  fea, 
The  fons  of  courage  (hall  record, 
Who  tempt  that  dang'rous  way. 
a   At  thy  command  the  winds  arife, 
And  fwell  the  tow'ring  waves  ! 
The  men  aftonifh'd  mount  the  fkie»> 
And  fink  in  gaping  graves. 
8  [Again  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills, 
And  plunge  in  deeps  again; 
Each  like  a  tott'ring  drunkard  reels» 
And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  tempeft  roar, 

They  pant  with  flutt'iing  breath; 
And  hopelefs  of  the  diftant  fhore, 
Expecl  immediate  death.] 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries; 

He  heats  the  loud  rcqueft, 
And  orders  filence  thro'  the  fkies, 
And  lays  the  floods  to  reft. 

6  Saiiori  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears, 

And  fe«  the  ftornis  alia, 'd  : 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears;, 
There  let  their  vows  oe  paid.. 


PSALM    CVII.  a»3 

7  'Tis  God  that  brings  them  fafe  to  land; 

Let  ftupid  mortals  know, 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 
And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 

8  O  that  the  fons  of  men  would  praife 

The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord ! 
And  thofe  that  fee  thy  wond'rous  ways, 
Thy  wond'rous  love  record. 
PSALM    107.     LaJIPart.  Long  Metre. 
Colonics  planted;  or,  Natitns  blcfl  and  punijhed. 
*   TTTHEN  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes, 
W     Scourges  the  madnefs  of  the  times, 
He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand, 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 

2  His  word  canraife  the  fprings  again, 
And  make  the  wither'd  mountains  green, 
Send  fhow'ry  bleflings  from  the  fkies; 
And  harvefc's  in  the  defert  rife. 

3  [Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beans  of  prey, 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 

He  bids  th'  opppreft  and  poor  repair, 
And  builds  them  towns  and  cities  there. 

4  They  fow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Whofe  yearly  fruits  fupplies  their  want; 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  ftocks, 
Their  wealth  iucreafes  with  their  flocks. 

$  Thus  they  are  bleft :  but  if  they  fin, 

He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in, 

A  favage  crew  invades  their  lands, 

Their  princes  die  by  barb'rous  hands. 
6  Their  captive  Tons,  expos'd  to  fcorn, 

Wander  unpity'd  and  forlorn; 

The  country  lies  unfene'd,  untill'd, 

And  defolation  fpreadsthe  field, 
r  Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns, 

Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns: 

Again  he  mikes  their  cilies  thrive, 

And  bids  the  dying  churches  live.^ 


*24         PSALM    CVIII,  CIX. 

8  The  righteous  with  a  joyful  fenfe 
Admire  the  works  o(  Providence; 
And  tongues  of  atheiMs  fhall  no  more, 
Blafpheme  the  God  that  faints  adore. 

9  How  few  with  pious  care  record 
Thefe  wond'rous  dealings  of  the  Lord! 
But  wife  obfervers  (till  fhall  find 

The  Lord  is  holy,  juft  and  kind. 

PSALM     108.     Common  Metre. 
A  Song  of  Praife. 
%     A  WAKE,  mv  foul,  to  found  his  praife, 
xV   Awake  mv  harp  to  fing; 
Join  all  mv  pow'rs  the  fong  to  raife, 
And  morning  incenfe  bring. 
S  Among  the  people  of  his  care, 
And  thro'  the  nations  round; 
Glad  fongs  of  praife  will  I  prepare, 
And  there  his  name  refound. 

3  Bethnu  exalted,  O  my  God, 

v  hove  the  flar-v  train  ; 
Diffufe  thv  heav'nly  grace  abroad, 
And  teach  the  wotld  thy  reign. 

4  So  fhall  thv  cho'en  fons  rejoice, 

And  throng  thv  courts  above; 
While  finners  lr*ar  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
And  tafte  redeeming  love. 

PSALM  109.  Ver.   1—5,  31.  Common  Metre 

L«ve  to  Enemies  from  the  Example  of  Chrijl. 
*    f~^  OD  of  my  mercy  ?nd  my  praife, 
VJT    Thv  glorv  is  mv  f">ng; 
Tho'  firmer*  fpeak  aeainft  thy  grace 
With  a  blafpheming  tonj/ie. 
a  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 
Thy  So'    on  earth  was  found  ; 
With  cruel  flinders  <a1fe  and  vain 
They  compafs'd  him  around. 


P  S  A  t  M     CX.  44 

3  Their  rnis'ries his compaflion  raovt, 

Their  peace  ha  ftitl  pnrfu'd  ; 
They  render  haTred  for  his  love, 
And  evil  fur  his  good. 

4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufe. 

Yet  with  h  s  dying  brea;h 
He  pray'd  for  murd'rers  on  his  cro.rs; 
And  bicft  his  foes  in  death. 
^  Lord  fhallthy  bright  example  fhine- 
In  vain  betore  my  eyes; 
Give  me  a  foul  a-kin  to  thine, 
To  love  mine  enemies. 
6  The  Lord  (ball  on  my  fide  engage5 
And  in  my  Saviour's  name 
I  Iball  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 
Who  (lander  and  condemn. 

PSALM     no.     Firji  Part     Long  Metre, 

Chrift  exalted,  and  Multitudes  converted  ;  or,  The  Su(- 

cefi  of  the  Go/pel. 

t  •THHUS  God  th'  eternal  Father  fpake 
Jt     To  Chrift  the  Son,  «  Afcend  and  fifc 
«'  At  my  right  hand,  'till  1  iball  make 
"  Thy  foes  fubmiffive  at  thy  feel. 

2  "  From  Sion  (ball  thy  word  proceed, 
V  Thy  word,  the  fceptre  in  thy  hand*. 
«;«  Shall  make  the  hearts  of' rebels  bleed,, 
"  And  bow  their  Wilis  to  thy  command. 

a  "  That  day  (ball  fhow  thy  povv'r  is  great, 
"  When  faims  iball  flock  with  willing  minds, 
•<  And  finners  croud  tr,y  temple-gae, 
«  Where  holinefs  in  beauty  fhines." 

a.  "  O  bleffed  Pow'r  !  O  glorious  day  ! 
"  What  a  large  vift'ry  fhall  enfue; 
"  And  converts,    who  thy  g™re  obey, 
«  Exceed. the  drops  of  mossing  dew/.' 


226  PSALM    CX. 

PSALM     no.     Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 
The  Kingdom  and  Priejlhood  of  Chrijl. 

1   HHHUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  Tea 
X     Spake  to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  fwore; 
'*  Eternal  (hall  thy  priefthood  be, 
"  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more. 

*  "  Aaron,  and  all  his  fons  mull  die  : 
"  But  everlafting  life  is  thine, 
"  To  fave  forever  thofe  that  fly 
,c  For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  "  By  me  Melchifedec  was  made 

"  On  earth  a  king  and  priefl  at  once  ; 

"  And  thou,  my  heav'nly  Priefl  fhalt  plead, 

"  And  thou,  my  King,  (halt  rule  my  fons. 

4  Jefus  the  Priefl  afcends  his  throne, 
While  counfels  of  eternal  peace, 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with  honour  and  fuccefs. 

5  Thro'  the  whole  earth  his  reign  fhall  fpread, 
And  crufh  the  pow'rs  that  dare  rebel : 
Then  fhall  he  judge  the  rifing  dead, 

And  fend  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 

6  Tho'  while  he  treads  his  glorious  way, 
He  drinks  the  cup  of  threats  and  blood, 
The  fufPrings  of  that  dreadful  day 
Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 

PSALM     tto.     Common  Metre, 

Ckri/l's  Kingdom  and  Priejlhood. 

1  TESUS,  our  Lord  afcend  thy  throne 
J    And  near  thy  Father  fit ; 

In  Sion  fhall  thy  pow'r  be  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  fubmit. 

2  What  wonders  fhall  thy  gofpel  do  ! 

Thy  converts  fhall  furpafs 
The  num'rous  drops  of  morning-deW| 
And  own  thy  fov'rcign  grace. 


PSALM    CXI.  ^7 

3  God  hath  pronounc'd  a  firm  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  fwore  ; 

«  Eternal  (hall  thy  priefthood  be, 

"    When  Aaron  is  no  more. 

4  «  Melchifedec,  that  wond'rous  pried, 

"   That  king  of  high  degree, 
«  That  holy  man  who  Abra'm  bleft 

«  Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 
Jefus  our  Prieft  for  ever  lives 

To  plead  for  us  above; 
Jefus  our  King  for  ever  gives 

The  blcffirigs  of  his  love. 
God  fhall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 

And  his  high  throne  maintain, 
Shall  ftrike  the  pev/'rsand  princes  dead, 

Who  dare  oppofe  his  reign. 
S  A  L  M     in.     firjl  Part.  Common  Metre, 
The  Wifdom  of  God  in  his  Works. 

SONGS  of  immortal  praifg  belong 
To  my  Almighty  God  ; 
He  has  my  heart  and  he  my  tongue 

To  fpread  his  name  abroad. 
How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought ! 

How  glorious  in  our  fight ! 
And  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  fought 

His  wonders  with  delight. 
How  fair  and  beauteous  nature's  frame  ! 

How  wife  the  eternal  mind  ! 
His  counfels  never  change  the  fcheme 

That  hisfirft  thoughts  defign'd. 
When  heredeem'd  his  chofen  fons, 

He  fk'd  his  cov'nant  fure  : 

The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce, 

To  endlefs  years  endure. 

i  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  {kiss, 

Thy  heav'nly  fkill  proclaim  ; 

What  (hall  we  do  to  make  us  wife, 

But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 


s*S  PSALM     CXI,  CXIL 

6  To  fear  thy  pow'r,  to  truit  thy  grace, 
Is  out   divincft  fkill!   . 
And  he's  the  wil'eft  of  our  race 
That  bed:  obeys  thy  will. 

JP  S  A  L  M     1 1 1    Second  Part.    Common  Metre. 
The  Ferjeclwn;  of  God. 

i    f~^   R  E  A  T  is  the  Lord  ;  his  works  of  might. 
V_T      Denvand  our  nobleil  fangs  ; 
Lei  !ii}>afiVmbicd  f<un;s  unite 
Then  narmonv  of  tongues. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

Hegives  his  children  food  ; 
And  evei  mindful  of  his  word. 
He  makes  his  promiie  good.     • 

3  His  Son  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  feal  his  cov'nant  lure  : 

Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 

His  ways  arejult  and  pure. 

4  They  that  would  grow  divinely  wife. 

Mull  with  his  fear  begin  ; 
Our  faiteftprool  of  knowledge  lies 
In  hau'iig  ev'ry  (in, 

BSALM     112.     As  the  113th.  Ffalra. 

The  BUflhgs  of  the  liberal  Man. 

1  *~T~*  HAT  man  is  bleft  who  Hands  in  av/e 

Of  God  and  lovf  s  his  facred  law  : 
His  feed  on  earth  fhall  be  renown'd  ; 

fiis  houfe  the  leat  of  wealth  fhallbe, 

An  uncxhaufted  'reafury, 

And  wiifi  fuccelfive  honours  crown'd. 

2  His  lio'ral  favours  he  extends, 
To  f«>mc  he  givey,  toothers  lrnds  ; 

A  ^en'rous  pity  fills  his  mind  : 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  faves  by  prudence  in  affairs. 

And  thus.hc's  mil  to  all  mankind. 


' 


PSALM    CXII.  22* 

His  hands,  while  thfy  his  alms  beftow'd, 
His  glory's  futine  harveft  fow'd; 

The  fwett  remembrance  of  the  juft 
Like  a  green  root  revives  and  bears 
A  train  of  blf  flings  for  his  heirs, 

When  dying  nature  fleeps  in  duff. 

Befet  with  threat'ning  dangers  round, 
Unmov'd  fhall  he  maintain  his  ground; 

His  confeience  holds  his  courage  up: 
The  fou:  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light, 
Shines  brighteft  in  affliction's  night  : 

And  fees  in  darknefs  beams  of  hope. 

Pause. 

[Ill  tidings  never  can  furprife 
His  heart  that  fix'd  on  God  relies, 

Though  waves  and  rempefts  roar  around  i 
Safe  on  the  rock  he  fits,  and  fees 
The  fhip  wreck  of  his  enemies, 

And  all  their  hone  and  glory  drown'd. 

The  wicked  fhall  his  triumph  fee, 
And  gnafh  'heir  teeth  in  agony, 

To  find  their  expectations  crofs'd  : 
They  and  their  envy,  pride  and  fpite, 
Sink  down  to  everlafHng  night, 

And  all  their  names  in  darknefs  loft.] 

PSALM     112.     Ling  Metre. 
The  Blejings  of  the  Pious  and  Charitable. 

THRICE  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord, 
Loves  his  commands,  and  trufts  his  word? 
Honour  and  peace  his  davs  attend, 
And  bleflings  to  his  feed  defcend. 
Compaffion  dwells  up Ml  his  mind, 
To  works  of  mercy  ftill  inclin'd  : 
He  lends  the  poor  fome  prefent  aid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 
K 


»|©  PSALM    CXIT. 

3  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  fpread 
That  fill  his  neighbours  round  with  dread, 
His  hcauis  arm'd  againlt  the  tear, 
For  God  with  all  his  pow'r  is  there. 

a  Hisfpirit  fix'd  upon  the  Lord 

Draws  heav'nly  courage  from  his  word  ; 
Amidft  the  darkneis  light  (hall  rife, 
To  cheer  his  heart  and  blefs  his  eyes. 

c  He  hath  difpers'd  his  alms  abroad, 
His  works  are  ftill before  his  God; 
His  name  on  earth  fhall  long  remain, 
While  envious  finners  rage  in  vain. 

PSALM     112.     Common  Metre, 

Liberality  rewarded. 

x   IT  A  P  P  Y  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 
JLi   And  follows  his  commands, 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands. 
%  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breaft 
To  all  the  fons  of  need; 
So  God  fhall  anfwer  hisrequeft 
With  bleflings  on  his  feed. 

3  No  evil  tidings  fhall  furprife 

His  well  eftablifh'd  mind; 

His  foul  to  God,  his  refuge  flies, 

And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

4  In  times  of  danger  and  diftrefs 

Some  beams  of  light  fhall  fhiney 
To  fhow  the  world  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

Mis  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 
Honour  on  eai  th  and  joys  above 

Shall  be  his  fun  reward. 


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PSALM    CXin.  stji 

PSALM     113.     Proper  Tune. 

The  Majejiy  and  Condefcenfion  of  God. 

YE  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord, 
The  honours  of  his  name  record, 
His  facred  name  for  ever  blefs : 
ere'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 
Ting  beams  or  letting  rays, 

lands  and  feas  his  pow'r  confefs. 
time  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vaft  dominion  bounds  : 

The  heav'nsarefar  beneath  his  height  j, 
Let  no  created  greataefs  dare 
j  With  our  eternal  God  compare, 

Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might. 
}  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  holts  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things  : 
His  fov'reign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  feats  them  on  the  throne  of  Kings, 
When  childlefs  families  defpair, 
He  fends  the  bleffings  of  an  heir, 

To  refcue  their  expiring  name  ; 
The  mother  with  a  thankful  voice 
Proclaims  his  praifesand  her  joys.; 
Let  ev'ry  age  advance  his  lame. 

PSALM     113.     Long  Metre* 
God  fovercign  and  gracious. 
VT' E  fervants  of  th'  almighty  King, 
X     In  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fing; 
Where'er  the  fun  (hall  rife  or  fet, 
The  nations  fhall  his  praife  repeat. 
Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  fky, 
lis  throne  of  Glory  ftands  on  high; 
fvfor  time,  nor  place,  his  pow'r  refining 
Eor  bound  hisuniverfal  reign, 
Ka 


232  PSALM    CX1V. 

3  Which  of  the  fons  of  Adam  d2re, 
Or  angels  with  their  God  compare  ? 
His  glories  how  divinely  bright, 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light ! 

4  Behold  his  love;  he  (loops  to  view 
What  faints  above  and  angels  do ; 
And  condefcends  yet  more,  to  know 
The  mean  affjirs  of  men  below. 

5  From  duft  and  cottages  obfeure 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor  I 
Gives  them  the  honour  of  his  fons, 
And  fits  them  for  their  heav'nly  thrones 

6  [A  word  of  his  creating  voice 
Can  make  the  barren  houfe  rejoice  ! 
Tho*  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  paft, 
The  promis'd  feed  is  born  at  laft. 

7  With  joy  the  mother  views  her  fon, 
And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done ; 
Faith  may  grow  ftrong  when  fenfe  defpairs; 
If  nature  fails,  the  prom ife bears.] 

PSALM     H4-    Long  Metre. 

Mirtcles  attending  Ifracl's  Journey. 

1  \  li  7  H  E  N  Ifra'1,  freed  fTOm  pharaon's  ha 

VV     Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land, 
The  tribes  with  cheerful  homage  own, 
Their  king  and  Judah  was  his  throne. 
t  Acrofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay  ; 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  wav  ; 
Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled 
With  backward  current  to  his  head. 
3  The  mountains  fhonk  like  frighted  fhecp, 

Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap  ! 

Not  Sinai  on  her  bare  could  ftand, 

Confciousof  fov'reign  power  at  hand. 


PSALM     CXV.  23$ 

I What  pow'r  could  make  the  deep  divide? 
!Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ? 
Vhy  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 
Lnd  whence  the  dread  that  Sinai  feels  ? 
,et  ev'ry  mountain,  ev'ry flood 
e tire  and  know  the  approaching  God, 
he  King  of  Ifrael :  fee  him  here; 
I   'Tremble  thou  earth,  adore  and  fear. 
|6  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns, 
The  rock  to  ftanding  pools  he  turns ; 
Flints  fpring  with  fountains  at  his  word, 
And  fires  and  feas  confefs  the  Lord. 

PSALM     115.     Firft  Metre. 
The  true  God  our  Refuge;  or,  Idolatry  reproved. 

NO  T  to  ourfelves  who  are  but  duft, 
Not  to  ourfelves  is  glory  due, 
Eternal  God,  thou  only  juft, 
Thou  only  gracious,  wile  and  true. 
Difplay  to  earth  thy  dreadful  name; 
Why  Ihould  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
lnfult  us,  and  to  raife  our  fhame, 
Say,  "  Where's  the  God  you've  ferv'd  fo  long?'* 
The  God  we  ferve  maintains  his  throne, 
Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  Ikies, 
Thro'  a'l  the  earth  his  will  is  done, 
He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 

I  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore 

II  Are  fenfelefs  uiapes  of  Hone  and  wood  ; 
y  At  belt  a  mafs  of  glut'ring  ore, 

ji  A  fiiver  iaint,  or  golden  g  >d. 

5  [With  eyes  and  ears,  they  carve  the  head ; 

"Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  blind  i 
In  vain  are  coftly  off 'rings  made, 
Aad  vow*  are  fcatter'd  ia  the  wind. 


rj4  PSALM     CXV. 

6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move, 
Nor  hands  to  fave  when  mortals  pray; 
Mortals  that  pay  them  fear  or  love, 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

•7  OTfracl,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  isft! 
The  Lord  fhall  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And  blefsthe  people  and  the  prieft. 

$  The  dead  no  more  can  fpeak  thy  praife, 
They  dwell  in  iilence  in  the  grave; 
But  we  fhall  live  to  fing  thy  gr3ce, 
And  tell  the  world  thy  pow'r  to  fave. 

P6ALM  115    Second  Metre.  As  the  new  Tunc  ( 
the  50th  Pfalm.       Idolatry  reproved. 

1  \T  O T  to  our  names,  thou  only juft  and  true. 
IN  Not  to  our  woithlefs  names  is  glory  due : 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  juftice  clai 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  fov'reign  name; 
Shine  thro'  the  earth  from  heav'n  thy  bleft  abodi 
Nor  let  the  heathens  fay  ;  "  Where  is  your  God  i 

s  Heav'n  isthinehighercourt :  thereftandsthythror 
And  thro'  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done 
Godfram'd  this  earth,  the  flarrv  heav'ns  he  fprca 
3?ut  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made 
The  kneeling  croud,  with  looks  devout  behold 
Their  filver-faviours,  and  their  faints  of  gold. 

g  [Vain  are  thofe  artful  fhapes  of  eyes  and  ears; 
The  molten  image  neither  fees  nor  hears : 
Their  hanris  arehelplefs,  nor  their  feet  can  mo' 
They  have  no  fpcech,  nor  thought,  nor  power,  n 

love ; 
Yrt  fottifh  mortals  make  their  lonp  complaints 
To  their  deaf  idols,  and  their  lifelefs  faints. 

4   The  rich  have  fta'ues  well  adorn'd  with  gold  ; 
The  poor  content  with  gods  of  co-irfer  mould, 
With  tools  of  iron  r»rve  the  (enfelefs  flock 
Lopl  from  a  tree,  or  broken  from  a  rock  : 
People  and  prieft  drive  on  the  folemn  trade, 
And  truft  the  gods  that  fawsand  hammers  made. 


HALM    CXVI.  *35 

*  Be  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd  !  'Tis  hard  to  fay 

*  Which  are  moft  ftupid    or  their  gods    or ^  hey. 
O  Urael    truft  the  Lord  :  he  hears  and  lees, 
Se  knows  thy  forrows  and  reftores  thy  peace, 
H  s  worfhip  does  a  thoufand I  comforts yield, 
He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thine  heav'nly  fhield. 

fc  In  God  we  truft  ;  our  impious  foes  in  vain 

And  Sion  blefsthe  God  that  built  the  lk.es. 
PSALM     ..6      FirftPvt.    Common  Metre. 

Recovery  from  Sicknefs. 
1    4  T  Love  the  Lord:  he  heard  my  cries, 
1     And  pi'.y'd  ev'ry  groan, 
Long  as  I  live  when  troubles  rile, 

I'll  haflen  to  his  throne. 
I  lov'd  the  Lord  :  he  bow'd  his  ear, 

And  chas'd  mv  griefs  away: 
O  let  my  heart  no  more  defpair, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray ! 
>  My  flefh  declined,  my  fpirits  fell, 
J        And  I  drew  near  the  dead, 
While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of  hell 
Perplex  my  wakeful  head. 

4  «  My  God,  Icry'd,  thy  fervant  fave, 
"  Thou  ever  good  and  juft ; 

«  Thy  power  can  refcue  from  the  grave, 
"  Thy  power  is  all  mv  truft." 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  fore  diftrcft, 
He  bade  my  pains  remove  : 

Return,  mv  foul,  to  God  thy  reft, 

For  thou  haft  known  his  love. 
(6  My  God  hath  fav'd  my  foul  from  death, 

And  dry'd  mv  falling  fears  : 
Now  to  his  praife  I'll  fpend  my  breath,         r 

And  my  remaining  years. 


236    PSALM    CXVI,  CXVII. 
PSALM  116.  Ver.  i2,&c  Second  Part.  Com.  Metrt, 

Thanks  for  private  Deliverances. 

1  AA7HA  r  lha11  ]  render  to  my  G°a 

V  V       For  all  his  kindnefs  fhown  ? 
My  feet  fhall  vifu  thine  abode, 
My  foDgsaddreftthy  throne. 

2  Among  the  faints  that  fill  thine  houfe, 

My  ofl 'rings  thai!  be  paid; 
Thert  lhali  my  zeai  perform  the  vows, 
My  ioul  in  angujfh  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-blefled  God! 
How  dear  thy  iervants  in  thy  fight  I 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ? 

4  How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  thou  haft  made  thy  care, 

Lord,   I  devote  to  thee. 
3  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Nor  fhall  my  puipofe  move  : 
Thy  hand  hath  loos'd  my  bonds  of  paia, 

And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 
6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  giace  record  ; 
Witnefs,  ye  laints,  who  hear  me  now, 

If  1  forfake  the  Lord. 

PSALM     117.     Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  Gudjrom  all  Nations,. 
1    f~\  All  ye  nations  praife  the  Lord, 
V-/     Each  with  a  diH  'rent  tonguei 
In  ev'ry  language  learn  his  word, 
And  kthis  name  be  lung. 

X  His  mc-rcv  reigns  thro' ev'ry  land  ;, 
Prot  laim  his  grace  abroad; 
for  ever  firm  his  truth  fhall  Kind; 
Praife  ye  the  faithful  God. 


PSALM    CXVII,  CXVIII.   Itf 

PSALM     117.     Long  Metre. 
i  TT'ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  fkies 
JT    Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife  : 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  befung 
Thro'  ev'iy  land  by  ev'ry  tongue. 
e  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word; 
Thy  praife  ("hall  found  from  'hore  to  fhorc,' 
Till  funs  fhall  rife  and  fet  no  more. 

PSALM     117.     Short  Metre. 
1   '"T"*  H  Y  name,  almighty  Lord, 

L       Shall  found  thro'  diftant  lands  : 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  fure  thy  word  : 
Thy  truth  for  ever  ftands. 
a  Far  be  thine  honour  fpread. 
And  long  thy  praife  endure, 
Till  morning  light  and  ev'ning  fhade 
Shall  be  exchang'd  no  more. 
PSALM  u8.  Firjl  Part  Ver.  6—15.  Com.  Metre 
Deliverance  from  a  Tumult. 

1  r^T*  H  F,  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 

JL       Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
What  all  the  fons  of  earth  can  do, 
Since  heav'n  affords  me  aid. 

2  'Tis  fafer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee, 

And  have  my  God  my  friend, 
Than  truft  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3  'Tis  thro'  the  Lord  mv  heart  is  firong, 

In  him  my  lips  rejoice  ; 
While  hisfalvation  is  my  fong, 
How  cheerful  is  my  voice  ! 

4  Likcan^rv  bees  they  girt  me  round; 

When  God  appears  they  flv: 
So  burning  thorns  with  ci  ack'ling  found 
Make  a  fierce  blaze,  and  die. 
*5 


23 3  P  S  A  L  M     CXVIII. 

5  Jov  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs; 
The  Lord  protects  their  days ; 
Let  Ifra'l  tune  immortal  longs 
To  his  Almighty  grace. 

PSALM  i  i  8.  Second  Part.  Ver.  1 7— 2  x.  Com.  Metre, 

Public  Praife  for  Deliverancefrom  Death. 
I   T    OR  D,  thou  hall  heard  thy  fcrvant  cry, 
_|_j     And  refcu'd  from  the  grave; 
Now  fhall  he  live  :  (and  none  can  die, 
If  God  refolve  to  lave.) 
a  Thy  praife  more  conftant  than  before, 
Shall  fill  his  daily  breath; 
Thy  hand  that  hath  chaltis'd  him  fore, 
Defends  him  flill  from  death. 
*   Open  the  gates  of  Sion  now, 
For  we  fhall  worfhip  there, 
The  houfe  where  all  the  righteous  go 

Thy  mercy  to  declare. 
Among  th'  afTemblies  of  thy  faints 
'    Our  thankful  voice  we  raife  ; 
There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
And  there  we  fpeak  thy  praife. 
PSALM  118.  PartlU.  Ver.  22,  23.  Com.  Metre, 

Chrift  the  Foundation  of  the  Church. 
1  T)  E  H  6  L  D  the  fure  foundation  Stone 
_D      Which  God  in  Sion  lays, 
To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  pr;iife. 
a  Chofen  of  God  to  finners  dear, 
And  fain's  adore  the  name, 
They  truft  their  whole  falvation  here, 
Nor  fhall  they  fuffer  fhame, 
3  Thefoolifh  builders,  fcribe  and  prieftj 
Reject  it  with  difdain; 
Firm  en  this  Rock  the  church  fhaU  reft, 
Arid  envy  rage  iu  vain* 


PSALM    C'XVIII.  >J39 

4  What  tbo'  the  gates  of  hell  withftood, 
Yet  muft  this  building  rife  : 
'Tis  thy  own  work,  Almighty  God, 
And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes. 

PSALM  ix8.  PartlV.Ver.  24,  26.  Com.  Metre. 

Hofannah;  the  Lord's  Day ;  or,  Chrifl's  RefurreSion, 
and  our  Salvation. 

1  Hp  H  I  S  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

-*-      He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 

Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 

And  praife  furround  the  throne. 

2  To  day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dead; 

And  fatan's  empire  fell ; 
To  day  the  faints  his  triumph  fpread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hofannah  to  the  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son, 
Help  us,  O  Lord,  defcend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Bleft  be  the  Lord  who  comes  to  man 

With  Meffages  of  grace  : 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  fave  our  finful  race. 

5  Hofannah  in  the  higheft  Grains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raife  ; 
The  higheft  heav'ns,  in  which  ht  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praife. 

PSALM     1x8.    Ver.     22-^i-j.     Short  Metre. 

An  Hofannah  for  the  Lord's  Day  ;  or,  A  new  Song 
of  Salvation  by  Chrifi, 
1    P  EE  what  a  living  Stone 
O   The  builders  did  refufe  : 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon 
In  fpite  of  envious  Jews. 


t4«  PSALM    CXVIII. 

a  The  fcribe  and  angry  prieft, 
Rcjeft  thine  only  Son; 
Yet  on  this  rock  fhall  Sion  reft, 
As  the  chief  corner-ftone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 

And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes  : 
This  day  declares  it  all  divint, 
This  day  did  Jefus  rife. 

4  This  isthe  glorious  day 

That  our  Redeemer  made; 
Let  us  rejoice  and  Ting,  and  pray, 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hofannah  to  the  King 

Of  David's  royal  blood  : 
Blefohim,  ye  faints,  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

$  We  blefs  thine  holy  word 

Which  all  this  grace  difplays; 
And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our  facrifke  of  praife. 

PSALM     118.     Ver.     2*— 27.     Long    Metre. 

An  Hofanriih  for  the  lord's  Day;  or,  A  new  Song  »/ 

Salvation  by  Chrijl. 
1    T    O!  what  a  glorious  Corner-ftone 

JL/  The  Jewifh  builders  did  refufe  : 

But  God  liath  built  his  church  thereon, 

In  fpite  of  envy  and  the  Jews. 
*  Great  God,  thy  work  is  all  divine, 

"I  he  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ; 

This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, 

The  day  that  faw  our  Saviour  rife. 
3  Sinners  rejoice,  ard  faints  be  glad  ; 

Hofannah.  let  his  name  be  blcft  ; 

A  thoufand  honours  on  his  head, 

With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  reft ! 


PSALM    CXIXw  *4* 

4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  dying  race; 

i     b      t-     ,v,     Pr,m,fr«    £s?c    as  more  agreeable  to  the 
Grace,  Truth,   Promtles,  oc.   <%>  »       nf  ChriC 

Kew   Teftament,  and  the  common   Language   ofLhrtj 

Ipsalm    u9-  ^  '•*  Common  Metre< 

The  Blejfcdnejs  of  Saints,  and  M>Jery  of  Sinners, 
Verie    l,  2,  3. 

BL  E  S  T  are  the  undefil'd  in  heart, 
Whofe  ways  are  right  and  clean; 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 

But  fly  from  ev'ry  fin. 
Bleft  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word, 

And  pradile  thy  commands  ;    - 
With  -heir  who:e  heart  they  feck  the  Lord, 
And  ferve  thee  with  their  hands. 
Verfe   165. 
Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law  ; 

How  firm  their  fouls  abide; 
Nor  ccn  a  bold  temp  a  ion  draw 
Their  Heady  feet  afide 

Verie  6. 

4  Then  fhall  mv  heart  have  inward  joy3 
And  keep  mv  face  from  fhame, 
When  all  .hv  ftatutes   I  obey, 
And  honour  all  thy  name, 


^4*  PSALM     CXIX. 

Verfe  M,  118. 

5  But  haughty  fmners  God  will  hate, 

The  proud  fhall  die  accurft; 
The  fons  of  falfehood  and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  duft. 

Verfe   119,  155. 

6  Vile  as  the  drofs  the  wicked  are  ; 

And  thofe  that  leave  thy  ways, 
Shall  fee  falvation  from  afar, 
But  never  tafte  thy  grace. 

PSALM     119.     Second  Part. 

Secret  Devotion  and  Spiritual  Mindednefs  ;  or,  Confanl 

Convey fe  with  God. 

Verfe  147,  55. 

1  nnOthee,  before  the  dawning  light, 

-L       My  gracious  God  I  pray; 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 
And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 
Verfe   8t. 

2  My  fpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  grase, 

-Thy  promife  bears  me  up; 
And  while  falvation  long  delays, 
Thy  word  fupports  my  hope. 

Verfe  164. 

•  Seven  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hands, 
And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee, 
Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praife  from  me. 

Verfe  62. 
4  When  midnight  darknefs  veils  the  fkics, 
I  call  thy  works  to  mind ; 
My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rife, 
And  fwcet  acceptance  find. 


PSALM     GXIX.  *4 

PSALM     119.     Third  Part. 
Profejwns  of  Sincerity,  Repentance,  and  Obedience* 

Veile  57,  6;>. 
f-pHOU  ait  my  portion,  O  my  God  ; 
1      Soon  as  I  know  thy  way 
My  heart  makes  hafte  t'  obey  thy  word, 
And  iuft'ers  no  delay. 

Veife    30,  14. 
I  choofe  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth,. 

And  glory  in  my  choice  ; 
Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 

Could  make  me  fo  rejoice. 
The  teftimonies  of  thy  grace 

i  fet  before  mine  eyes ; 
Thence  1  derive  my  daily  ftrength. 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 
Verfe  59. 
^  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 
1  think  upon  my  ways, 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands^ 
And  trufl  thy  pard'ning  grace. 
Verfe  94,  114. 
Now  am  1  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

O  fave  thy  fervant,  Lord  ! 
Thou  art  my  fhield,  my  hiding  place, 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 
Verfe  112. 
1  Thou  haft  inolin'd  this  heartof  mine 
Thy  itatules  to  fulfil ; 
And  thus  till  mortal  life  fhall  end 
Would  1  perform  thy  will, 

PSALM     119.     Fourth  Part,. 
Inflruclion  Ji  om  Scripture. 
,.  TTO  W  fhall  the  young  fecure  their  hearts, 
XI     And  guard  their  livesfrom  fin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choiceft  rules  imparts , 
To  keep  the  confeience  cksc 


*H  PSALM    CXIX. 

Verfe  130. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

Tt  fp»eads  fuch  light  abroad, 
The  meaneft  fouls  inltmc'lion  find, 
And  raife  their  thoughts  to  God. 
Verfe  105. 

3  'Tis  like  the  fun,   a  heav'r.lv  light 

That  g.  ides  us  all  the  dav; 
And  thro*  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

Verfie  yq.   too. 

4  Thementha*  keep  thy  law  with  care» 

And  meditate  thy  word. 
Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 
Verfe  104.  113. 
e  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife, 
1  hate  the  finners  road  ; 
3  hate  mv  own  vain  thoughts  that  rife. 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 
Verfe  89,  90.  91. 

6  [The  (tarry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 
Theeanh  maintains  her  place; 
And  thefe  thyfervants,  night  and  day, 
Thy  (kill  and  pow'r  exprefs. 
*,  But  Rill  thv  law,  and  gofoel,  Lord, 
Have  leffons  more  divine  : 
Not  eart^  (lands  firmer  than  thy  word, 
Nor  ftars  fo  nobly  fhinc.] 

Verfe  160,  140,  9,  ti6, 

5  Thv  word  is  everlaftmg  truth, 

Howtjureisev'tv  page! 
That  holy  book  (ball  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  fupport  our  age. 


PSALM    CXIX.         *45 
PSALM     119.     Fifth  Part. 

Delight  in  Scripture  t    or,  the  Word  of  Cod  dmUing 
in  us. 
Verfe    97. 
X   f\H  how  I  love  thy  holy  law  I 
<    V_>/     'Tis  daily  my  delight  ; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

Verfe  148. 
4  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 
To  meditate  thy  word  : 
My  foul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gofpel,  Lord. 

Verfe  3,   t3,  54. 

g  Thy  heav'nly  words  my  heart  engage, 
And  well  employ  my  tongue, 
And  in  my  tirefome  pilgrimage 
Yield  me  a  heav'nly  fong. 

Verfe  19,  103. 

4  Am  I  a  ftranger,  or  at  home, 
'Tis  my  perpetual   feaft  ; 

Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb 
So  much  allures  the  tafte. 

Verfe    72,  127. 

5  No  treafures  fo  enrich  the  mind  J 
Nor  (hall  thy  word  be  fcld 

For  loads  of  filver  well  refin'd, 
Nor  heaps  of  choiceft  gold. 

Verfe  28,  49,  175. 

6  When  nature  finks,  and  fpirits  droop. 
Thy  promifesof  grace 

Are  pillars  to  fupport  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praife*. 


tttf  PSALM    CXIX. 

PSALM     119.     Sixth  Part. 
Holir,  efsatid  Comfort  from  the  Word.     Ver  fc  1 28.  • 

1  T    O  RD,  I  efteem  thy  judgments  right, 
JLj      And  all  thy  ftatutes  juft  ; 
Thence  I  maintain  a  conftant  fight 

With  ev'r y  flatt'ring  luft. 

Verfe  97,  9. 

2  Thy  precepts  often  I  furvey; 

I  keep  thy  law  in  fight 
Thro'  all  the  bufinefsof  the  day, 
To  form  my  aftions  right. 
Verfe  62. 
g  My  heart  in  midnight  filence  cries, 
"  How  lweet  thy  comforts  be  ;" 
My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rife, 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 
Verfe  162. 
.4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill, 
At  fomegood  word  of  thine, 
Not  mighty  men  that  (hare  the  fpoil, 
Have  joys  compar'd  to  mine. 

PSALM     119.     Seventh  Part. 
hnperfeclion  of  Nature,  and  Perfeclion  of  Scripture* 
Verfe  96.      Paraphrafed. 
I    T     E  T  all  the  heathen  writers  join 
JLj     To  form  one  perfecl:  book, 
G  eat  God,   if  once  compar'd  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look. 
-2   Not  the  moft  perfrft  rules  they  gave 
Could  fhow  one  fin  forgiv'n  : 
Nor  lead  a  fleo  bevmd  the  grave. 
But  thine  conduct  to  heav'n. 

3  I've  fecn  an  end  to  what  we  call 

Perfection  here  below  ; 
How  fhort  thepow'rs  of  nature  fall, 
And  cannot  farther  go. 


PSALM     CXIX.  247 

£  Yet  men  would  fain  bejuft  wich  God, 
By  works  their  hands  have  wrought ; 
And  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  ev'ry  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  boaft  perfection  here, 

While  fin  defiles  our  frame  ; 
And  finks  our  virtues  down  fo  far, 
They  fcarce  deferve  the  name. 

6  Our  faith,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace 

Fall  far  below  thy  word ; 
But  perfect  truth  and  righteoufnefs 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 

PSALM     119.     Eighth  Part. 
The  ExceUency^pd  Variety  of  Scripture. 
Verfe   111.     Paraphrafed. 
1    r    ORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
JL^   My  lading  heritage; 
There  (hall  mv  nobleft  pow'rs  rejoice, 
My  warmeft  thoughts  engage, 
a  I'll  read  the  hift'ries  of  thy  love, 
And  keep  thy  laws  in  fight, 
While  thro'  the  promifes  1  rove, 
With  ever-frefh  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  fprings  of  life  arife, 
Seeds  of  immortal  blirs  are  fown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  heft  relief  that  mourners  have, 

It  makes  our  forrows  bleft  ; 
Our  fairefi  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  reft. 

PSALM     119.     Ninth  Part. 

Defire  of  Knowledge. Verfe  64,  68,   18. 

1    HPHY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 
1_     How  good  thy  works  appear! 
Open  my  eyes  to  rr ad  thy  word, 
And  fee  thy  wonders  there. 


*4*  PSALM    CXIX. 

Verfe  78,  it5. 
a  My  heart  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  hand, 
My  fervice  is  thy  due  ; 
O  make  thy  fervant  underftand 
The  duties  he  muft  do. 

Verfe     19. 

3  Since  I'm  a  ftranger  here  below, 

Let  not  thy  path  be  hid  ; 
But  mark  the  road  my  feet  mould  go, 
And  be  my  conftaut  guide. 
Verfe  26. 

4  When  I  confefs'd  my  wand'ring  ways, 

Thoa  heaid'ft  my  foul  complain ; 
Grant  me  the  teachings  of  t*y  grace, 
Or  I  fhallftray  again, 

Verfc  33,  34' 
$  It  God  to  me  his  ftatuies  fhow, 

And  heav'nly  truth  impart, 

His  work  for  ever  I'll  purfue, 

His  law  fhall  rule  my  heart. 

Verfe  50,  71. 

6  This  was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 

Variety  of  grief: 
It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more, 
And  fly  to  that  relief. 

Verfe  51. 

7  [In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now  ; 

I'll  ne'er  lorgetthy  law, 
Nor  let  that  Dieted  gofpel  go 
Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 
Verfe  27,   171. 

8  When  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  will* 

I'll  teach  the  world  his  ways; 
My  thankful  lips  infpir'd  with  teal, 
Shall  fing  aloud  his  praife.] 


PSALM    CXIX.  04* 

PSALM     119.     Tenth  Part* 
Pleading  the  Promifes. Verfc  38,  49. 

1  T>EH0LD  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord, 
J3     Devoted  to  thy  fear ; 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 

For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

Verfe  41,  58,  107. 

2  Haft  thou  not  fent  falvation  down, 

And  promis'd  quick'ning  grace  ? 
Doth  not  my  heart  addrefs  thy  throne? 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

Verfe  123,  42. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvation  fail; 

O  bear  thy  fervant  up ; 
Nor  let  the  fcoffing  lips  prevail, 
Who  dare  reproach  my  hope. 
Verfe  49,  74. 

4  Didft  thou  not  raife  my  faith,  O  Lord? 

Then  let  thy  truth  appear; 
Saints  fhall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  truft  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM     119.     Eleventh  Part* 
Breathing  after  Holinefs.     Verfe  5,  33. 

1  /~\H  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
W  To  keep  his  ftatutes  ftill ! 

O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will ! 
Verfe  29. 

2  O  fend  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart, 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  aft  the  liar's  part. 

Verfe  37,  36. 

3  Prom  vanity  turn  off  my  eye&; 

Let  no  corrupt  defign. 
Nor  covetous  defires  arife 
Within  this  foul  of  mine. 


ISO  PSALM    CXIX. 

Verfe   133. 
4  Order  my  footfteps  by  thy  word, 
And  make  my  heart  fincere: 
Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
And  keep  my  confcience  clear. 
Verfe   176. 
3  My  foul  hath  gone  too  far  aftray, 
My  feet  too  often  flip; 
Yetfince  I've  not  forgot  thy  way 
Reftore  thy  wand'ring  fheep. 
Verfe    35. 
6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 
'Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  nor  heart,  nor  handsr 
Offend  againft  my  God. 

PSALM     1 19.     Twelfth  Part. 
Breathing  after  Comfort- and  Deliverance.     Verfe  153, 
»   TV/TY  God,  confider  my  diftrefs, 
XSlY.  Let  mercy  plead  my  caufe  ; 
Though  I  have  finn'd  againft  thy  grace, 
I  can't  forget  thy  laws. 

Verfe  39,   116. 
s   Forbid,  forbid  the  fharp  reproach, 
Which  I  fo  juftly  fear  ; 
Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes, 
Nor  let  my  fhame  appear. 

Verfe  122,  135. 

3  Be  thou  a  furety,  Lord,  for  me, 

Nor  let  the  proud  opprefs ; 
But  make  thy  waiting  fervant  fee 
The  fhinings  of  thy  face. 
Verfe  82. 

4  My  eyes  with  expectation  fail ; 
My  heart  within  me  cries, 


"  When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfil 
»  And  bid  my  cornforts  rift." 


PSALM     CXIX.  *s;i 

Verfe  132. 
c  Look  down  upon  my  forrows,  Lord, 
And  mow  thy  grace  the  fame  ; 
Thy  tender  mercies  ftill  afford 
To  thofe  that  love  thy  name. 

PSALM     119.     Thirteenth  Part. 
\HolyFear,   and  Tender nefs  of  Conpence.     Verfe  i3. 
11  "TTTITH  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face, 
VV       O  let  me  never  ftray, 
ITom  thy  commands,  O  god  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  Tinner's  way. 
Verfe  n. 
Thy  word  I've  plac'd  within  my  heart, 

To  keep  my  confeience  clean, 
And  be  an  everlafting  guard 
From  ev'ry  rifmg  tin. 

Verfe  63,  53,  15?. 
«  I'm  a  companion  of  the  faints, 
Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  ; 
My  forrows  rife,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word. 
Verfe  161,   163. 
4  While  Tinners  do  thy  gofpel  wrong, 
My  fpirit  ftands  in  awe; 
My  foul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 
Verfe  161,  tso. 
*  My  heart  with  facred  re.v'rence  hea» 
The  threat'nings  of  thy  word  ; 
My  Hefh  with  holy  trembling  feara 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 
Verfe  166,  174. 
6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait 
For  thy  falvation  ftill  ; 
"While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight^ 
And  I  obey  thy  will. 


t5t  PSALM    CXIX. 

PSALM     1 1  g.     Fourteenth  Part. 
Benefit  of  AffliBioris,  and  Support  under  them, 
Vtile  153    81,  8z. 
1    /CONSIDER  all  my  forrows,  Lord, 
y_J   And  th\  d<  liv'rance  fend: 
My  foul  for  thy  falvation  faints, 
When  will  my  troubles  end ! 
Verle  71. 
1  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  mc 
To  bear  my  Father's  rod  ; 
Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
And  live  upon  my  God. 
Verfe  5&. 

3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy 

When  new  diftreis  begins: 
I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way, 
And  hate  my  former  fins; 
Verfe  92. 

4  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight 

When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 
My  foul,  oppreft  with  forrow's  weight, 
Had  funk  amonglf.  the  dead. 
Verfe  75. 
c  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 
Though  they  may  feem  fevere  ; 
The  fharpeft  fuff 'rings  I  endure 
plow  from  thy  faithful  care. 
Verle  67. 
6  Before  I  knew  thy  chaft'ning  rod, 
My  feet  were  apt  to  ftray ; 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

PSALM     no.     Fifteenth  Part. 
Holy  Refoluiions. — Verfe  93. 
l    /^\H  that  thy  ftatutes  ev'ry  hour, 
\_J   Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 
And  daily  peace  I  find. 


PS  AL  M    CXIX.  a.53; 

Verfe  i5>  16. 
s  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 
Shall  be  my  fweet  employ; 
My  foul  fhall  ne'er  forget  thy  word. 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 
Verfe  32. 
I  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands* 
If  thou  my  heart  difcharge 
from  un  and  fatan's  hateful  chains, 
And  let  my  feet  at  large  ! 

Verfe  13,  46. 
4  My  lips  with  courage  fhall  declare 
Thy  ftatutes  and  thy  name; 
I'll  fpeak  thy  words  tho'  kings  mould  Jieafj 
Nor  yield  to  finful  fhame. 

Verfe  6r,  69,  7®. 
$  Let  bands  of  perfecutors  rife 
To  rob  me  of  my  right, 
Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  liesr- 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 

Verfe  115. 
6  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 
Whofe  hands  and  hearts  are  ill: : 
Hove  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 
And  nrnil  obey  his  will. 

F  S  A  L  M     119.     Sixteenth  Part,. 
Prayer  for  quickening  Grace* 
Verfe  25,  37. 
»   "Y /T  Y  foal  lies  cleaving  to  the  duft  2 . 
i-VJL  Lord,  give  me  life  divine; 
From  vain  defires  and  ev'ry  luft 
Turn  off  thefe  eyes  of  min«. 
%  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 
To  fpeed  me  in  thy  way, 
Left  I  fhould  loiter  in  my  race, , 
Or  turn  my  feet  aftray. 


ft,,  PSALM    cxnc. 

**  Verfe  107. 

•  When  fore  «ffii6r.ions  prefs  me  dowa, 
I  need  thy  quick'nmg  pow'rs ; 
Thy  word  that  I  have  relted  on 
Shall  help  my  heavieft  hours. 
Verfe  1 56,  40. 
a  Are  not  thy  mercies  fov'reign  ftill, 
And  thou  a  faithful  God? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heav'nly  road  ? 
Vcrfe  159,  4°- 
c  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love* 
And  long  to  fee  thy  face  ? 
And  yet  how  flow  my  fpints  move 
Without  enliv'ning  grace. 
Verfe  93. 
6  Then  (hall  I  love  thy  gofpel  more, 
And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  its  quick'nmg  pow  « 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 
PSALM     119.     Seventeenth  Part.  Long  Metre, 
Grace Jhining  in  Difficulties  and  Tilth. 
Verfe  143,  28. 
1    TT7HEN  pain  and  anguifh  feize  me,  Lord, 
VV     AUmyfupport  is  from  thy  word: 
My  foul  diffolvcs for  heavinefs; 
Uphold  me  with  thy  ftrength  mng  grace. 
Verfe  51,  69,   no. 
a  The  proud  have  fram'd  their  fceffs  and  lies, 
They  watch  my  feet  with  envious  eyes, 
They  tempt  my  foul  to  fnares  and  fin  ; 
Yet  thy  commands  1  ne'er  decline. 
Verfe  161,  78. 
o  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  caufe, 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws ! 
But  I  wiiltrufUnd  fcarthv  name, 
Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  fhame. 


PSALM    CXIX,  CXX.       *H 
PSALM     ng.     Loft  Part. 
Sanclijied  Ajfliclions ;  or,  Delight  in  the  Word  of  Gc*t 

Verfe  67,  59. 
1   T7*  ATHER,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  ; 
_£•     How  kind  wai  thy  chaftifing  rod, 
That  forc'd  my  confcience  Us  a  ftand, 
And  brought  my  wand'ring  foul  to  God! 
9.  Foolifh  and  vain,  I  went  affray, 
Ere  I  had  felt  thy  fcourges,  Lord, 
I  left  my  guide,  and  loft  my  way ; 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 
Verfe  71. 

3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 
For  pride  is  apt  to  rife  and  fwell ; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  father's  ftroke, 
That  I  might  laarn  his  ftatutes  well. 

Verfe  72. 

4  The  law  that  iffues  from  thy  mouth, 
Shall  raife  my  cheerful  paffions  more 
Than  all  thetreafures  of  thefouth, 
Or  richeft  hills  of  golden  ore. 

Ve*fe  73. 
I  Thy  handshave  made  ray  mortal  frame, 
Thy  fpiFit  form'd  my  foul  within  : 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wond'rous  name, 
And  guard  me  fafe  from  death  and  fin. 
Verfe  74. 
6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord 
At  my  falvation  fhall  rejoice; 
For  1  have  trufted  in  thy  word, 
And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 

PSALM     120.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  of  quarrelfome  Neighbours;  or,  a  devout  Wijk 

for  Peace. 
x  rp  H  O  U  God  of  love,  thou  ever  bleft, 
■m.     Pity  cny  fuff"  ring  ftate; 
When  wilt  thou  fet  my  foui  at  reft, 
From  lips  that  love  deceit  ? 
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*&  PSALM    CXXh 

a  Hard  lot  of  mine!  my  days  are  caft, 
Among  the  fons  of  ftiife, 
Whofe  never  ceafing  quarrels  wafte 
My  golden  hours  of  life. 

3  O  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 

How  would  I  choofe  to  dwell 

In  fome  wild  lonefome  wildei  nefs, 

And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell ! 

4  Peace  is  the  bleffing  that  I  feek, 

How  lovely  are  its  charms ! 
I  am  for  peace;  but  when  I  fpeak, 
They  all  declare  for  arms. 

5  Kew  paffions  ftill  their  fouls  engage, 

And  keep  their  malice  ftrong  : 
What  (hail  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
O  thou  devouring  tongue ! 
y  Should  burning  arrows  fmite  thee  thro', 
Strict  juftice  would  approve ; 
But  I  would  rather  fpare  my  foe, 
And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 

P  S  A  L,  M     tat.    Long  Metre*. 
Divine  Proteftion. 

UP  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
Th*  eternal  hills  beyond  the  fkiesi 

Thence  all  her  help  my  foul  derives} 

There  my  almighty  refuge  lives. 
£  He  lives,  the  everlafting  God  .     _     - 

That  built  the  world,  that  fpread  the  iiood ; 

The  heavVs,  with  all  their  hoft  he  made, 

And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 
*  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way; 
°  His  morning  fmiles  adorn  the  day  : 

Hefpreadstheev'ning  veil,  and  keeps 

The  filent  hours  while  I  fra'l  fleeps. 
4  Ifra'l,  a  name  divinely  bled, 

May  Tife  fecuie,  fecurery  reft ; 

Thy  holy  guardian's  wakeful  eyes 

Admit  no  (lumber,  nor  furprife. 


PSALM    CXXI.  «57 

No  fun  fhall  fmitc  thy  head  by  day, 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  fickly  ray 
Shall blaa thy  couch;  no  baleful  ftar 
Darts  his  malignant  fire  fo  far. 
Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn, 
Still  thou  fhalt  go,  and  ftill  return  ; 
Safe  in  the  Lord  !  his  heav'nly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  ev'ry  fnare. 
On  the^foul  fpirits  have  no  pow'r  ; 
And  in  thy  laft  departing  hour, 
Angels  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 

PSALM     12,1.     Common  Metre. 
Prefervaticn  by  Day  and  Night. 

TO  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
There  all  my  hopes  are  laid  ; 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  (lues 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 
»  Their  ftedfalt  feet  fhall  never  fall, 
Whom  he  defigns  to  keep ; 
His  eat  attends  the  fofteft  call ; 
His  eyes  can  never  fkep. 

3  He  will  fuftain  our  v/eakeft  pow'rs 

With  his  almighty  arm, 
And  watch  our  moft  unguarded  hours 
Againft  furprifing  harm. 

4  Ifra'l  rejoice,  and  reft  fecure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  ; 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  pow'r 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 
r  Nor  fcorching  fun,  nor  fickly  moon, 
Shall  have  his  leave  to  fmite  ; 
He  fhields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 
From  blading  damps  at  night. 
6  He  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 
Where  thickeft  dangers  come  : 
Go  and  return,  fecure  from  death, 

Till  God  commands  thee  home.  L>3 


25S  PSALM     CXXI. 

PSALM     121.     As  the  148th  Pfalm. 

God»ur  Preferver. 

1  TTPWARD  I  lift  mine  eye«, 

\J    From  God  is  all  my  aid  ; 
The  God  that  built  the  flties, 
And  earth  and  nature  made; 

God  is  the  tow'r 

To  which  I  fly ; 

Mis  grace  is  nigh 

In  ev'ry  hour. 

2  My  feet  fhall  never  Aide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  fnares, 
Since  God  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defe&ds  me  from  my  fears. 

Thofe  wakeful  eyes 
That  never  deep, 
Shall  Ifra'l  keep 
"When  dangexs  rife. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Noi  blafts  of  ev'ning  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there : 

Thou  art  my  fun, 
-And  thou  my  fhade, 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 

4  Haft  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word 
To  fave  my  foul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  truft  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath  : 

I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 


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PSALM    CXXII.  *S$ 

PSALM     122.    Common  Metre. 

Going  to  Chunk. 
O  W  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hsaa 
fc   My  friends  devoutly  fay, 
"  In  Hon  let  us  all  appear 
«  And  keep  thefolemn  day. 
a  How  the  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 
The  church  adorn'd  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  fox  G«d 

To  fhow  his  milder  face. 
2  Up  to  her  courts  with  joy  unknown 
The  holy  tribes  repair; 
The  So*  of  David  holds  his  throne 

And  fits  in  judgment  there. 
4  He  hears  our  praifes  and  complaints  5 
And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  fmnerifrom  the  faints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 
3  Peace  be  within  this  facred  place, 
And  ioy  a  conftant  gueU  ! 
Tfith  holy  gifts  and  hjav'nly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  blelt! 

6  My  foul  mall  pray  for  ZionftiH, 
While  life  or  breath  "mains; 
There  my  beft  friends,  my  kindred  dw«l, 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 

PSALM     122.     Proper  Tune. 

Going  to  Church. 
Q  W  pleas' d  and  blefs'd  was  I, 
«.  To  hear  the  people  cry, 

Cow,  &  Uifeek  mr  God  t0  day 
Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal 
We  hafte  to  Zion's  hill, 

And  tkere  our  vows  and  hoaeura  pay. 
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Ufar  PSALM    CXXIII. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorn'd  with  wond'rous  grace, 

And  walls  of  ftrength  embrace  thee  round; 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  praife,  and  hear 

The  facred  gofpel's  joyful  found. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne, 

He  fits  for  grace  and  judgment  there; 
He  bids  the  faints  be  glad, 
■He  makes  the  (inner  fad, 

And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  feir. 

4  Maypeace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait, 

To  blefsthe  foul  of  ev'ry  gueft; 
The  man  that  feeks  thy  peace, 
And  withes  thine  increafe, 

A  thoufand  bleffingson  him  reft! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
'Peace  to  this  facred  hmfe  ! 

For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell  ; 
And  fince  my  glorious  God 
"Makes  thee  his  bleft  abode, 

My  foul  (hall  ever  love  thee  well. 

[Repeat  the  \'h  Stanza  to  complete  the  Tvne.'] 

PSALM     123.     Common  Metre, 

Pleading  with  Suhmiffion. 

Thou  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign 
Enthron'd  above  the  fkies, 
To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 

As  fervant's  watch  their  matter's  hand, 

And  fear  the  ansry  ftroke! 
•Or  maids  before  their  miflrefs  ftand, 

And  wait  a  peaceful  look  ; 


'O 


PSALM   cxxiv.  sm 

3  So  for  our  fins  we  juftly  feel 

Thy  difcipline,  O  God  ; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  (till, 
Till  thou  remove  the  rod. 

4  Thofe  that  in  wealth  and  pleafure  live. 

Our  dailv  groans  deride, 
And  thy  delays  of  mercy  gtye 

Frefh  courage  to  their  pride. 
5 .  Our  foes  infult  us,  but  our  hope 

In  thy  compalfion  lies  ; 
This  thought  ihallbear  our  fpirits  up. 

That  God  will  not  defpife. 

PSALM     124.     Common  Metre, 
God  gives  Viflory. 
p  T  TAD  not  the  God  of  truth  and  love, 
JL  JL-    When  hofts  againft  us  rofe, 
Difplay'd  his  veng'ance  from  above, 
And  crufh'd  the  concurring  foes  ; 
t  Their  armies  like  a  raging  flood 
Had  fwept  the  guardlels  land, 
Deftroy'd  on  earth  his  bleft  abode, 
And  whelm'd  our  feeble  band. 

3  But  fafe  beneath  his  fpreading  fhield 

His  fons  fecurely  reftj 
Defy  the  dangers  of  the  field, 
And  bear  the  fear lefs  breaft. 

4  And  now  our  fouls  fhall  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  deadly  fnare  ; 
"Who  fav'd  us  from  the  murd'ring  fword. 
And  made  our  lives  his  care. 

5  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 

Who  form'd  the  heav'ns  above  ; 
He  that  fupports  their  wond'rousfrax*C 
Can  guard  h*S  church  by  love, 
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46*  PSALM     CXXV. 

PSALM     125.     Common  Metre* 
The  Saint's  Trial  an  i  Safety. 
1  TTNSHAKEN  as  the  (acred  hill, 
VJ       And  firm  as  mountains  ftand, 
Firm  as  a  rock  the  foul  (hall  reft, 
Thattrufts  th'  almighty  hand. 
e  Not  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  fo  well 
Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 
As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  love, 
That  ev'ry  faint  furroond. 
5  White  tyrants  are  a  fmarting  fcourge 
To  drive  them  near  to  God, 
Divine  compaffion  will  affuage 
The  fury  of  the  rod. 
4  Deal  gently,.  Lord,  with  fouls  fincere, 
And  lead  them  fafely  on 
To  the  bright  gates  of  Paradife, 
Where  Chriftthe  Lord  is  gone, 
r  But  if  we  trace  thofe  crooked  ways 
That  the  old  ferpent  drew, 
The  wrath  that  drove  him  firft  to  hell, 
Shall  fmite  his  follow 'rs  too. 

PSALM     125.     Short  Metre. 
*he  Saint's  Trial  and  Safety  ;  or,  moderated  JJlidims, 
,   "TIRM  and  unmov'd  are  they, 
X      That  reft  their  fouls  on  God  : 
Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt, 
Or  where  the  ark  abode. 
Z  As  mountains  ftood  to  guard 
The  city's  facred  ground, 
So  God  and  his  Almighty  love 
Embrace  his  faints  around. 
9  What  tho*  the  Father's  rod 
Drop  a  chaftifing  ftvoke, 
Yet  left  it  wound  their  fouls  too  de«f. 
Its  fury  fhall  be  broke. 


PSALM    CXXVI.         in 

a  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  thofe 
Whofe  faith  and  pious  tear, 
Whofe  hope  and  love,  and  ev'ry  gra«e, 
Proclaim  their  hearts  fincere. 
&  Nor  fh'all  the  tyrant's  rage 

Too  long  opprefs  the  faint  ; 
The  God  of  Ifra'l  will  fupport 
His  children,  left  they  faint. 
<  But  if  our  flavifh  fear 

Will  choofe  the  road  to  hell, 

We  muft  expea  our  portion  there, 

Where  bolder  tinners  dwell. 

PSALM     126.     Long  Metre. 
Surprif.ng  Deliverance. 
1  TT7HEN  God  reflor'd  our  captive  ftat«, 
W       Joy  was  our  fong,  and  grace  our  tker*«j 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  fo  great, 
That  joy  appear'd  a  pleafing  dream. 
%  The  icoffer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 
Unwilling  honours  to  thy  name ; 
While  we  with  pleafure  fheue  thy  praii«, 
With  cheerfnl  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 
3  When  we  review  our  diimal  fear3, 
'Twas  hard  to  think,  they'll  vanifn  ,0; 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 
A  The  man  that  in  hisfurrow'd  fieid, 
His  fcatter'd  feed  with  fadnefs  leave*. 
Will  fhout  to  fee  the  harveft  yield 
A  welcome  load  of  joyful  fheaves. 

PSALM     126.    Common  Metre. 
Tht  Joy  of  a  remarkable  Converfion  i   or,    Melancholy 

removed. 
j  WHEN  God  nvtal'dhis  gracious  name. 
W         And  chang'd  my  mournful  fiats, 
Mv  rap         leem'd  a  oleafMg  dream, 
»peai'a  fo  great. 


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•ft-64  PSALM     CXXVH. 

•2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 
And  did  thy  hand  confefs  : 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  (trains, 
And  fungfurprifing  grace, 
j  "  Great  is  the  work)  my  neighbours  cry'd, 
And  own'd  the  power  divine  ; 
**  Great  is  the  xvork%  my  heart  reply'd, 
"  And  be  the  glory  thine." 
4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkeft  ikies, 
Can  give  us  day  for  night  ; 
Make  drops  of  facred  forrow  rife 
To  rivers  of  delight. 
x  Let  thofethat  fow  in  fadnefs  wait 
Till  the  fair  ha rv eft  come, 
They  (hall  confefs  their  (heaves  are  great, 
And  fhout  thebleffings  home. 
6  Tho'  feed  lie  bury'd  long  in  the  dull, 
It  (han't  deceive  their  hope; 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loft, 
For  grace  infures  the  crop. 

PSALM      127.     Long  Metre. 
The  Blejfings  of  God  on  the  Bufincfs  andComfoits  of  Lift. 
I   TF  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft 

X     And  pains  to  build  the  houfeare  loft, 
If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 
The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  flecp. 
S>  What  tho'  we  rife  before  the  <"un, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done, 
Careful  and  fparing  eat  our  bread, 
To  fhuu  that  poverty  we  dread  : 

3  «Tis  all  in  vain,  till  God  hath  bleft, 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft; 
On  God,  oui  fov'reign,  ftill  depends 
Our  joy  in  children  and  in  friends. 

4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obcdientchildren,  faithful  friend* ! 
How  fweet  our  daily  comforts  prove, 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  love. 


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f5ALM    CXXVII,  CXXVIII.     ^ 
PSALM     ««7.     Common  Metre. 

God  All  in  AIL 
T  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny, 
x     The  builders  work  in  vain  ■ 
tnd  towns  without  his  wakeful  c>e, 

An  ufelefs  watch  maintain. 
Before  the  morning  beams  arile, 

Your  painful  work  renew, 
And  till  the  ftars  afcend  the  fkies, 

Your  tirefome toil  purlue. 
Shortbe  your  ficeo    and  coarfe  your  f.r,, 

In  vain  till  God  has  bled, 
But  if  bis  fmiles  attendyour  care, 

You  mall  have  food  and  relt. 
Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends, 

Shall  real  bleffiogs  prove, 
NoraU  the  earthly  joy*  he  fend*, 

If  fent  without  his  love. 
PSALM     i*8.      Common  Metre 
Family  BUjjings. 
Happy  man,  whofe  foul  13  &)   d 
Vi     With  zeal  and  revVend  awe. 
His  lips  to  God  their  honour*  yieW, 
His  life  adorns  the  law. 
a  A  careful  providence  mail  ftand, 
And  ever  guard  thy  head, 
Shall  on  Ihe  labours  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  blefiings  fhed.    _ 
o  Thy  wife  (hall  be  a  fruitful  vine; 
3       Thy  children  round  thy  board, 
Each  like  a  plant  of  honour  (bine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 
A  The  Lord  fhall  thy  beft  hopes  fulfil, 
4       For  months  and  years  to  come 
Th^  Lord  who  dwells  on  ZiooshU, 
Shall  fend  theeblemngs  homt. 


o 


5  This  is  the  man  whole  hapDv  eva. 
Shall  fee  his  houfekcreafe    y 
Shall  fee  the  Unking  church  aHfe, 
Then  leave  the  world  iq  peace. 

P  SALM  t20.C0m.  U^.^PerfcculorspuniJhcd. 

I  I   £om  TY  youth'  mav  Ifra'J  fay, 

-V     .IJ*ve  1  bec°  nurs'd  in  tears; 
My  griefs  were  conftant  as  the  day, 
And  tedieus  as  the  years. 

2  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rage 

Of  all  the  fonsof  ft  rife  ; 
Oft  they  aflaii'd  my  riper  aga, 
But  God  prererv'd  my  life. 

3  O'er  all  my  frame  their  cruel  dart 

Its  painful  wounds  imprefs'd  ; 
Hourly  they  vex'd  my  fainting  heart. 
Nor  let  myforrows  reft. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne, 

And  with  impartial  eye, 
Meafur'd  the  mifchiefs  taey  had  done, 
Then  let  his  arrows  fly. 
$  How  was  their  infolence  furpris'd 
To  hear  his  thunders  roil !  ' 

And  all  the  foes  of  Zionfeiz'd 
With  horror  to  the  foul. 
6  Thus  fhall  the  men  that  hate  the  faints, 
Be  Wafted  from  the  fky  ; 
Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints, 
And  all  their  profpecls  die. 
f  [What  tho'  they  flourifh  tall  and  fair, 
They  have  no  root  beneath  ; 
Their  growth  fhall  perifh  indeipair, 
And  lie  defpis'd  in  death. 
8  So  com  that  on  the  houfe-top  ftands, 
No  hope  of  harveft  gives  ; 
The  reaper  ne'er  ihall  fill  hit  hands, 
Nor  binder  fold  the  fhcavcs.J 


PSALM    CXXX.  tf>7 

?  1  A  L  M     130.    Common  Motrc. 

Pardoning  Graae. 
r\  U  T  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftrefs, 
()  The  borders  of  defpair, 
Ifcnt  my  cries  to  feek  thy  grace. 

My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 
Great  God  !  mould  thy  feverer  eye, 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 

No  mortal  flefh  could  ftand. 

o  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God, 
Tor  crimes  of  high  degre*  ;       _ 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  n  wait  for  thy  falvation,  Lord, 

WithftrongdefiresI  wait; 
My  foul,  invited  by  thy  word. 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate,  j 

,  [Tuft  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  nigfet 

5  ULong  ior  the  morning  fkies^ 
Watch  the  firft  beams  of  breaking    & 

And  meet  them  with  their  eyes. 

4  So  waits  my  foul  to  fee  thy  grace, 
And  more  intent  than  they, 
Meets  the  firft  op'nings  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day,  J 
7  Then  in  the  Lord  Jet  Ifra'ltruft, 
7       Let  IfraU  feek  his  face; 

The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juft, 

And  plenteous  in  his  grace. 

8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For  finners  long  enOayd; 

The  great  Redeemer  is  his  bon, 

AndWra'lfhallbefav'd. 


i6S      PSALM     CXXX,  CXXXF. 
PSALM     130.     Long  Metre. 
Pardoning  Grace. 

1  "F  \°  u1  deep  f}ArA$  and  tr°ub^  thoughts. 

JL     To  thee,  my  God,  1  rais'd  my  cries  ; 

If  thoufeverely  mark  our  faulcs, 

No  flefn  can  ftand  before  thine  eyes. 
£  But  thou  haft  built  thy  throne  of  grace 

Free  to  difpenfe  thy  pardons  there         ' 

That  fmners  may  approach  thy  face, 

And  hope,  and  Jove,  as  well  as  fear. 
%  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 

And  long  and  wifh  for  breaking  day;. 

So  waits  my  foul  before  thy  gate  ; 

When  will  my  God  his  face  difplay  J 

4  My  truft  is  fix'd  upon  thy  word, 
Nor  fhall  I  trufl  thy  word  in  vain  : 
Let  mourning  fouls  addrtfs  the  Lord 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace* 
Thro'  the  redemption  of  his  Son  : 
He  turns  our  feet  from  finful  ways, 

And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 
PSALM     131.     Common  Metre* 
Humility  and  Submijion. 
1    TS  there  ambition  in  my  heart? 
A  Search,  gracious  God.  and  fee* 
Or  do  I  aft  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 
*  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  ftilf, 
And  all  my  carriage  mild  ; 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And  peaceful  as  a  child. 
3  The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mind, 
Shall  have  a  large  reward  : 
Let  faints  in  forrow  lie  refign'd, 
And  truft  a  faithful  Lord,. 


PSALM    CXXXII.  **> 

fsALM     «3*.    FV.  s,. 3-18.  Long  «*:«• 

lt  the  Sc«kmc,t  of  a  Church;  or,  the  Ord,n«m  of* 
Minijler. 

TYTHERE  {hall  we  go  to  fcek  and  find 
'    VV     An  habitation  for  our  God  ? 

A  dwelling  for  th'  eternal  mind  ; 

Among  the  Tons  of  flefh  and  blood! 
«  The  God  of  Jacob  chofe  the  hill 
i    Of  Zion  for  his  ancient  relt  5 

And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  ftill  5 

His  church  is  With  his  prefence  blelt. 

.  Here  I  will  fix  my  e"*j**5^ 

And  rei«m  for  ever,  faith  the  Lord  , 
•Here^llmypow'randlovebeknown, 

I    And  blcffings  (ball  attend  my  word. 
1  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 

*  And  fill  their  fouls  with  living  bread; 

*  Sinners  that  wait  before  my  door. 
With  fweetprovifions  fhallbe  fed. 

*  Girded  with  truth,  and  cloth' d  with  gr,^ 

6  Mypriefts,  mymimftcrsfhaUfliine, 
Not  Aaron  in  his  coftlydrefs 
Appears  fo  glorious  and  divine  : 

•m  The  faints,  -unable  to  contain 

r  Thei reward  joy*  <Wlf«*»4  <** 

TneSonof  David  here  (ball  reign, 
[    And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King. 

7  Hefus  ^ll  fee  a  ™m'ro"s  feeci     a  '     . 
:  7  Born  here  I'  uphold  h^»«u«C  ■ 

His  crown  (ball  flourifh  on  his  head. 
While  all  his  foes  are  cloth'd  with  flume.  _, 
PSALM  ijiu^t  4-,5>7<8,  t5,  17.  C  Metre. 

A  Chinch  eflah'ifhed. 
1  r\TO  fleep  nnr  (lumber  to  his  eye* 
.LIN     Good  David  would  afford, 
•Till  he  had  found  below  the  ik.*es 
A  dwelling  for  the  Lord. 


170         PSALM    CXXXIII. 
9  The  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  name, 
His  ark  was  fettled  there; 
And  there  th'  affembled  nation  came 
To  worfhip  thrice  a  year. 

3  We  trace  no  more  thefe  toilfome  ways, 

Nor  wander  far  abroad  ; 
Where'er  thy  people  meet  for  praife, 
There  is  a  houfe  for  God.J 

P  a  u   s   B. 

4  Arife,  O  King  of  grace,  ai  ife, 

And  enter  to  thy  reft  : 
Lo!  thy  church  waits  with  longing  •yes, 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  bleft. 

5  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word ; 
AU  that  the  ark  did  once  contain, 
Could  no  fuch  grace  afford. 

6  Here  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows, 

Here  let  thy  praife  be  fpread  ; 

Blefs  the  protifions  of  thy  houfe, 

And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

7  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  Anointed  fhine; 
Jufticeand  truth  hissourt  maintaia, 
With  love  and  pow'r  divine. 

8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lading  throne, 

And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Frefh  honours  fhall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  fhame  confound  hii  foes. 

PSALM     133.     Common  Mttre, 
Brotherly  Love. 
1   T    O  !  what  an  entertaining  fight 
J_^i   Thofe  friendly  brethren  prova, 
Whofe  cheerful  heartt  in  bauds  unite, 
Of  harmony  and  love  I 


PSALM    CXXXIII.  *7* 

Where  ftreams  oF  blifs  from  Chrift  the  fprwg 

Defcend  on  ev'ry  foul; 
And  hea*'nly  peace  with  balmy  wing 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 
•  'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  fweet 
On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head, 
The  trickling  drops  perfum  d  his  ieet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  ipread. 
4  'Tis  pleafant  as  the  morning  dews 
That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  mildeft  glory  fhows, 
And  makes  his  grace  diftil. 

PSALM     133-     Shon  MctBe* 
Communion  of  Saints ;  or,  Love  and  Worjhip  in*  Fmily, 

1  TT>  L  E  S  T  are  the  fons  of  peace, 

r>  Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are  one ; 
Whofe  kiad  defigns  to  fevve  and  pleafe 
Thro'  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Bleft  is  the  pious  houfe 

Where  zeal  and  friendfhip  meet, 
Their  fongs  of  praife,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  fweet. 
*  Thus  when  on  Aaron's  head 

They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oilthio'  all  his  raiment  fpread, 
And  pleafure  ftll'd  the  room. 
4  Thu*  on  the  heav'nly  hills 
The  faints  are  bleft  above, 
Where  joy  like  morning  dew  diftus, 
Aad  all  the  air  is  love. 
PSALM     133.     As  the  i*  2d  Pfalm. 
The  Blejfwgs  of  Friendjkip, 
TfoW  pkafant'tis  to  fee 
XX  Kindred  and  friends  agree, 
Each  in  his  proper  Qation  move, 

I  And  each  fulfil  his  part 

With  f>  mpath:fmg  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  ©f  life  and.  love. 


*72  PSALM    CXXXIV,  CXXXV, 

2  'Tis  like  anointment  fhed 
On  Aaron's  facred  head, 

Divinely  rich,  divinely  fweet; 

The  oil  thro'  all  the  room 

Diffus'd  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  thro'  his  robes  and  bleft  his  feet, 

3  Like  fruitful  fhow'rsof  rain 
That  water  all  the  plain, 

Defcending  from  the  neighb'ring  hills  ; 
Such  ftreams  of  pleafcare  roll 
Thro'  ev'ry  friendly  foul. 
Where  love  like  heav'nly  dew  diftils. 
[Repeat  thefirji  Stania  to  complete  the  Tune.] 
PSALM     134.     Common  Metre. 
Daily  and  nightly  Devotion. 
:2  XT"  E  that  obey  th' immortal  Kingf  „ 
\     Attend  his  holy  place; 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  pow'r, 
And  blefs  his  wond'rous  grace. 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  li^ht, 

And  fend  your  fouls  on  high  ; 
Raifeyour  admiring  thoughts  by  night 
Above  the  ftarry  fky. 

3  The  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts 

With  rays  of  quick'ning  grace  ; 
The  God  that  fp reads  the  heav'ns  abroad, 
And  rules  the  fwelling  feas. 

PSALM  135.  Ver.  1-4, 1  4, 1  g-zt .  Firjl  Part.  L.  M 

The  Church  is  God's  Houfe  and  Care* 
i   T)  RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name, 

JL     While  in  his  earthly  courts  ye  wait, 

Ye  faints  that  to  his  houfe  belong, 

Or  Hand  attending  at  his  gate. 
2   Praife  ye  the  Lord,  the  Lord  is  good  ; 

To  praife  his  name  is  fweet  employ  : 

Kra'l  he  chofe  of  old,  and  flill 

His  church  is  hii  peculiar  joy. 


PS  AIM'    CXXXV.  fm 

The  Lord.himfelf  will  judge  his  faints  ; 
He  treats  his  fervants  as  his  friends ; 
And  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaint* 
Repents  the  forrows  that  he  fends. 
Thro'  ev'ry  age  the  Lord  declares 
His  name,  and  breaks  th'  eppreflbr's  rod  ; 
He  gives  his  fuff'ring  fervants  reft, 
And  will  be  known  th'  Almighty  God.. 
Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafte  his  love, 
People  and  prieft'.s  exalt  his  name  : 
Amongft  his  faints  he  ever  dwells  ; 
His  church  is  his  Jerufalenj. 

PSALM      135.    Ver.  5— 12.  Second  Pari. 

The  Woiks  of Creation,  Providence,  Redemption  oj  Ifrael, 

and  Dejruclion  of  Enemies. 
l   f^i  R  E  AT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 

VjT  Above  all  pow'rs  and  ev'ry  throne^ 

What'er  he  pleafe  in  earth  or  fea, 

Or  heav'n  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 

At  his  command  the  vapours  rife, 

The  lightnings  flafh,  the  thunders  roar; ; 

He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind. 

And  tempeft  from  his-airy  ftore. 
M  'Twas  he  thofe  dreadful  tokens  fent,. 

O  Egypt,  thro'  thy  ftubborn  land  ; 

When  all  thy  firft-born,  beafts  and  men,. 

Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 

What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings 

He  flew,  and  their  whole  country  gave 

To  Ifra'l,  whom  his  hand  redeem'd, 
No  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  flave. 

It  His  pow'r  the  fame,  the  fame  his  grace, 
That  faves  us  from  the  hofis  of  hell ; 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  poffefs, 
Whence  tbefe  apoftate  an§el3je!l.- 


*74  PSALM    CXXXT. 

PSALM     135.     Common  Metre. 

Pruife  due  to  God,  ntt  to  Idols. 

t      A  WARE,  ye  faints:    To  praife  your   Kii 
£\   Your  fweeteft  paffions  raife, 
Your  pious  pleafure,  while  you  fing, 
Increafing,  with  the  praife. 
a  Great  is  the  Lord;  and  works  unknown 
Are  his  divine  employ : 
But  ftill  his  faints  ar#  near  his  throne, 
His  treafure  and  his  joy. 
g  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea  confefs  his  hand ; 
He  bids  the  vapours  rife; 
Lightning  and  ftorm  at  his  command 
Sweep  thro'  the  founding  fkies. 

4  All  pow'r  that  gods  or  kings  have  claim'd* 

Is  found  with  him  alone; 
But  heathen  gods  fhould  ne'er  be  nam'd 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

5  Which  of  the  ftocks  and  flones  they  truft, 

Can  give  them  fhow'rs  of  rain  ? 
In  vain  they  worfhip  glittering  duft, 
And  pray  to  God  in  vain. 

6  Their  gods  have  tongues  that  fpeechleCs  pr«ve, 

Such  as  their  makers  gave : 
Their  feet  were  never  form'd  to  move, 
Nor  hands  have  pow'r  to  fave. 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf. 

Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray  ; 

Mortals  that  wait  for  their  relief, 

Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they. 

8  Ye  nations,  know  the  living  God, 

Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear; 
He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
And  elaims  your  honours  there. 


PSALM    CXXVI.  %7i 

PSALM     '.36.     Common  Metre. 
M's   Wonders  of  Creation,  Providence,    Redemption  of 
Ifrael    andSatvation  oj  his  People. 

GI  V  E  thanks  to  God    the  fov'reign  Lor*  ; 
His  mcrcie  s  fill  endure  ; 
And  be  the  King  of  kings  ador'd; 

His  truth  isever  Juie. 
What  wo-iders  hath  his  wifdom  don«  ! 

How  mighty  is  his  kand  ! 
Heav'n,  earth  and  fea  he  fram'd  alone: 

How  wide  is  his  command  ! 
The  fun  fupplies  the  dav  with  light : 

How  bright  his  eounftlsjhine  i 
The  moon  and  liars  adorn  the  night: 

His  works  are  all  divine  ! 
[He  ftruck  the  fons  of  Egypt  deadt 

How  dreadful  is  his  rod! 
And  thence  with  joy  his  people  led  : 

How  gracious  is  our  God  ! 
He  cleft  the  fwellimg  fea  in  two  ; 

His  arm  is  great  in  might  ;  j 

And  gave  the  tribes  a  paflage  thro  ; 

His  powr  and  grace  urate. 
But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drown'dj 

How  glorious  are  his  ways ! 
And  brought  his  faints  thro'  defert  ground  , 
Eternal  is  his  praife. 
;  Great  monarch*  fell  beneatfchis  hand  ; 
ViBoritus  is  his  [word  ; 
While  Ifra'l  took  the  promis'd  land  ; 
And  faithful  is  his  word.'] 
I  He  faw  the  nations  dead  in  fin; 

Hijelt  his  pity  move  ; 
[    How  fad  the  Hate  the  world  was  in 
How  boundkjs  was  his  love! 


27£  PSALM    CXXXVT, 

9  He  fent  to  favc  us  from  our  woe ; 

His  goodnefs  never  Jails  ; 
from  death  and  hell,  and  ev'ry  foe  ; 
An  iJliU  his  grace  p ;  xvails. 
IP  Give  thanks  to  God  the  heav'nly  King; 
His  mercies Jliti  endure  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  jwaifes  nng  ; 
His  truth  is  ever  Jure. 

PSALM     136.  Astb«  148th  P&lm* 

1    r>  I  V  E  thanks  to  God  mod  high, 
\JJ  The  univerfal  Lord ; 
The  fov'reign  King  of  kings; 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 

Hispoxv'r  and gr act- 
Are  Jill  the  fame  ; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlejs  praije. 
S~  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
What  wonders  hath  he  done  ! 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  feas, 
And  fpread  the  heav'ns  alone. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  Jtill endure  ; 

And  ever  Jure 

Abides  thy  word. 

3  His  wifdom  fram'd  the  fun 
To  crown  the  day  with  light; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  ftar» 
To  cheerthe  darkfome  night. 

His  pozv'r  and  grace 

Arejlill  the  fame  ; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlejs  praife. 
4.  He  fmote  the  firfi-born  fons, 
The  flow'r  of  Egypt  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  chofen  tribes- 
With  joy  and  g<ory  led. 


PSALM    CXXXVI.  *?7 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  frill  endure  ; 

And  ever  fin  e 

Abides  thy  word. 
His  pow'r  and  lifted  rod 
Cleft  the  Red-fea  in  two;. 
And  for  his  people  made 
A  wond'rous  paffage  thro'. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 

Are  fill  the  fame; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs praife. 
But  cruel  Pharaoh  there 
With  all  his  hofts  he  drown'd;; 
And  brought  his  Ifra'l  fafe 
Thro'  a  long  defert  ground. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  fill  endure  ; 

And  ever  fare 

Allies  thy  word. 

P    A    U    S    B. 

7  The  kings  of  Canaan  fell 
Beneath  his  dreadful  hand  ; 

•    While  his  own  fervants  took 
Poffeffion  of  their  land. 

His  pow*r  and  grace 
Are  fill  the  fame  ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endlefs  praife. 

8  He  faw  the  nations  lie, 
|    All  perifliing  in  fin, 

I    And  pity'd  the  fad  fiate 
I    The  ruin'd  world  was  in. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Sh-j.ll pll  endure; 

And  ever  fur  e 

Abides  thy  word. 

2& 


t7S  PSALM    CXXXVI. 

9  lie  fenthis  only  Son, 
To  fave  us  from  our  woe, 
From  fatan,  fin  and  death, 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  foe. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 

Arc  ftill  the  fame; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  end/efs  praife. 
10  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 
To  God  the  heav'nly  King; 
And  let  the  fpacious  earth 
His  works  and  glories  fing. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall JliU  endure; 

And  ever  Jure 

Abides  thy  tvord. 
PSALM     136.     Abridged.  Long  Mctr». 

1  /^\  I  V  E  to  our  God  immortal  praife; 
\J  Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  : 
Wonders  of  Grace  to  God  belong, 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  Jong. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  : 
His  mercies  ever  /hall  endure, 

When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more. 

3  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  fky, 
And  fix'd  the  ftarry  lights  on  high  : 
Wonders  of  Grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  Jong. 

4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light, 
He  bins  the  moon  direct  the  night: 
His  mercies  ever  /hall  end  re, 

When  funs  and  moons  (kail/liine  no  more. 

5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promis'd  land  : 
Wonders  of  Grace  to  God  belongs 

Repeat  his  mercies  inyourfong. 


PSALM    CXXXVII.  V9 

5  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  fin, 
And  felt  his  pity  move  within  : 
His  merciet  ever /kail  endure, 

Wlien  death  and  Jin  /kali  reign  no  more. 
}  He  fent  his  Son  with  pow'r  to  fave 
From  guilt,  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave? 
Wonders  of  Grace  to  God  belong. 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  Jong. 

6  Thro'  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet,. 
And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  feat : 

His  mercies  ever  JJia'l  endure, 

When  this  vain  world Jhall  be  no  more. 

PSALM     137. 

The  BabyloniJIi  Captivity. 

1  A    LONG  the  banks  where  Babel'scurrent flows ^ 
i    X\ourcaptive  bands  in  deep  defpondenceftray'd, 

While  Zions'  fall  in  fad  rememb'rance  rofe, 
Her  friends,  her  children,  mingled  with  the  dead. 

2  The  tunelefs  harp,  that  once  with  joy  we  fining, 

When  praife  employ'd  and  mirth  infpir'd  the  lay, 
\    In  mournful  filence  on  the  willows  hung, 

And  growing  grief  prolong'd  the  tedious  day. 
ig  The  barb'rous  tyrants,  to  increafe  the  woe, 

With  taunting  fmiles  a  long  of  Zion  claim; 
l   Bid  facred  praife  in  ftreams  melodious  flow, 

While  they  blafpheme  the  great  Jehovah's  name. 
But  how,  in  heathen  chains  and  lands  unknown, 

Shall  IfraTs  fons  a  fong  of  Zion  raife  ? 
O  haplefs  Salem,  God's  tcrrefrrial  throne, 

Thou  land  of  glory,  facred  mount  of  praife! 
If  e'er  my  mem'ry  lofethy  lovely  name, 

If  my  cold  heart  ncglett  my  kindred  race, 
Let  dire  deftruftion  feize  this  guilty  frame  ; 

My  hand  fha'.l  perifh  and  my  voice  [hall  ceafe. 
M2 


a8o  PSALM    CXXXVIII. 

6  Yet  {hall  the  Lord,  who  hears  when  Zion  calls, 
O'citake  her  foes  with  terror  and  dilmay, 
His  arm  avenge  her  defolated  walls, 
And  raife  her  children  to  eterr.ai  day. 

PSALM     138. 

Rcprivg  and  Pre/a ving  Grace. 

WITH  all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tong 
I'll  praife  my  Maker  in  my  fong; 
Angels  (hall  hear  the  notes  I  raife, 
Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  praife. 
-  T  An  -els  that  make  thy  church  their  cafe 
Shelf  witnefs  my  devotions  there, 
While  holy  zeal  direas  my  eyes 
To  thy  fair  temple  m  thefkies.J 
,  I'll  fin*  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord, 
3  1: 11  fire  the  venders  of  thy  word ; 
Not  all  the  works  and  names  below 
So  much  lay  pow'r  and  glory  fhpw. 
A  To  God  I  cry'd  when  troubles  rofe  ; 
4  He  heard  me,  and  fubdu'd  my  foes : 
Ke  did  my  rifmg  fears controul, 
And  ftrength  diffus'd  through  all  my  foul. 
B  Th«  God  of  heav'n  maintains  his  ftate, 
°  frowns  on  the  proud,  and  torn,  the  great  S 
But  from  his  throne  defcends  to  blefs 
The  humble  fouls  that  truft  his  grace. 
6  Atnidft  a  thoufand  fnares  1  ftand 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive,       . 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 
-  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  fave  from  forrows  or  from  fins ; 
■\\  e  work  that  wifdom  undertakes, 
Sternal  mercy  ne'er  fortakee. 


PSALM    CXXXIX.         *** 
JSALM     >39.     ^JlPart.     Long  Metre, 
The  All-Seeing  God.  t 

\_j  Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing 
Mv  riling  and  my  retting  hours, 
My  hear?  and  flelh  with  all  their  pow  rs. 
j.  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 

Are  to  my  God  diftioftly  known; 
i    He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  fpeak, 
I    Ere  from  my  op'ning  lips  they  break. 
3  Within  thy  circling  pow'r  I  (land, 
On  ev'ry  fide  1  find  thy  hand  : 
Awake,  afieep,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  am  furrounded  ftill  with  God. 
Amazing  knowledge,  vaftand  great  t 
What  large  extent !  what  lofty  height  i 
My  foul  with  all  the  pow'rs  I  boa.t, 
Is  in  the  boundlefs  profpea  loft. 
0  miy  theft  thoughts  pojefs  my  breafl, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  ; 
Nor  let  my  weaker  psffions  dare 
Conjent  tojin,  jor  God  is  there. 

Pause     Firft. 

6  Could  I  fo  faife,  fofaithiefs  prove, 
To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  prcfcnce  fliun, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run? 

7  If  up  to  heav'n  I  take  my  flight, 

7   'Tis  there  thou  dwell'ft  enthron'd  m  light. 
Or  dive  to  hell,  there  veng'ance  reigns, 
And  fatan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 

-8  If  mounted  on  a  morning  ray 
I  fly  beyond  the  Weftern  fea,      _ 
Thy  fwifter  hand  would  firft  arrive, 
And  there  arreft  thy  fugitive.  LM3 


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all  PSALM     CXXXIX.  . 

9  Or  fhould  i  try  lo  ihun  thy  fight 
Beneath  ths  ipreadwig  veil  of  night, 
One  glance  or  thine,  one  piercing  ray 
"Would  kindle  darknefs  into  day. 

10  0  may  th'fc  thought*  pqjjcfs  my  InaJ}, 
Where'er  I  rue,  where'er  Iriji; 
Nor  let  tvy  weaker  paflions  dare 

Gov  feat  tojin,  for  God  is  there. 

Pause     Second. 

ai   The  veil  of  night  is  no  difguife, 

No  fcreen  irom  thy  all-fearching  eyes; 

'Ihy  hand  can  feize  thy  foes  as  foon 

Thio'  midnight  (hades  as  blazing  noon. 
12   Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 

Great  God  they're  both  alike  to  thee; 

Not  death  can  hide  what  God  will  fpy, 

And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 
J3  0  may  thefe  thought*  fioj/eji  my  breaft, 

Where'er  I  love,  where'er  I  reft; 

Nor  let  ih\  weaker  paffwv.s  date 

Cohfent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there. 

PSALM     139.     Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 
The  wonfaefitl  Formation  of  Man. 
X   ""P1  WAS  fioni  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came, 
J.     A  work  of  fuch  a  curious  frame  ; 
In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  fhine, 
And  each  proclaims  thy  (kill  divine. 
z  Thine  eyes  did  all  my  limbs  furvey, 
Which  yet  in  dark  confufion  lay  : 
Thou  faw'ftthe  daily  growth  they  took, 
Fmro'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 
3   By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nam'd, 
And  what  thy  fov 'reign  counfels  fram'd, 
The  breathing  lungs,  the  beating  heart, 
Was  copy'd  with  unerring  art. 


PSALM    CXXXIX.  **3 

A  At  laft  to  (how  my  MaVer'i  ««■»* 
4  God  llamp'd  his  image  on  my  frame. 

And  infome  unknown  moment  join  d 

The  nnifh'd  members  of  the  mind. 
5  There  the  young  feeds  of  thought  began, 

5  And  all  the  paffions  of  the  man; 
Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pay* 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praiie. 

Pause. 

6  Lord,  fmce  in  my  advancing  age 
I've  afled  on  life's  bufy  ft  age, 

Thv  thoughts  of  love  to  me  furmount, 
The  pow'r  of  numbers  to  recount. 
»  I  could  furvey  the  ocean  o'er 
'  And  count  each  fand  that  makes  the  Chore, 
Before  myfwifteft  thoughts  could  trace 
The  num'rous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 
8  Thefeonmy  heart  are  ftill  impreft, 
With  thefe  1  give  my  eyes  to  rcit ; 
And  at  my  waking  hour  I  hnd 
God  and  his  love  poffefs  my  mind. 
PSALM     139-     Third  Part.     Long  Metre 

iSrn  to  hear  their  hps  profane 

Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  van). 
Does  not  my  foul  deteft  and  hate 

The  ions  of  malice  and  deceu f 
Tho:.  that  oppose  thy  laws  and  thee, 

1  count  for  euemu*  to  me. 

Oi  walking  in  a  feiledifgu^, 

I  beg  the  trial  of  thiue  eyes. 
U  4 


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2 


iU  PSALM    CXXXIX. 

4  Doth  fecret  mifchief  lurk  within  ? 
Do  I  indulge  fome  unknown  fin  ? 
-O  turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  ftray, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 

PSALM     139.     Firjt  Part.     Com.  Metre. 
God  h  every  where. 
1    TN  all  my  vaff.  concerns  with  thee, 
I      In  vain  my  foul  would  try 
To  fhun  thy  prefence  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

a  Thy  all-furrounding  fn;ht  furveys 
My  fifing  and  my  reft, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  fecrets  of  my  breaft. 

3  Mv  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 

Before  they're  form'd  within  ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  fenfe  I  mean. 

4  Owond'rous  knowledge,  deeo  and  high! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide? 
Within  thv  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Enclos'd  on  ev'ry  fide. 

5  So  let  thv  grace  furround  me  Mill, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 

To  guard  mv  foul  from  ev'ry  ill, 

Secur'd  by  fov'rtign  love. 

Pause. 

6  Lord,  where  (hall  guiltv  fouls  retire 

Forgo'ten  and  unknown  ? 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
In  heav'n  thy  glorious  throne. 

7  Should  I  fupprefs  my  vital  breath 

To  'fcape  the  wrath  divine, 
Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death, 
And  make  the  grave  refigo. 


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PSALM    CXXXIX.         a«5 

8  If  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning  light 
I  fly  heyond  the  weft, 
Thy  hand,  which  muftfuppprt  my  flight, 
Would  foon  betray  my  reft*, 
q  If  o'er  my  fins  I  think  to  draw 
The  curtains  of  the  night, 
The  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 
Would  turn  the  fhadesto  light. 
10  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour 
Are  boih  alike  to  thee  : 
O  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  pow'r,. 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 
E  S  A  L  M  139.    Second  Parti,     Common  Metres 
The  IVifdom  of  God  in  the  Formation  of  Man. 

l-  \  A  7  HE  N  l  with  Pleaftng  woncier  ftandr 
VV       Aod  all  my  irametuivey, 
Lord  'tis  thy  work,  I  own  thy  hand 
Thusbuilt  my  humble  clay. 

a  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  poffeftj 
Where  unborn  nature  grew 
Thy  wildom  all  my  features  trae'd, 
And  all  my  members  drew. 
9  Thine  eye  with niceft  care  furvey'd^ 
The  growth  of  ev'ry  part; 
Till  the  whole  fcheme  thy  thoughts  had  hid- 
Was  copy'd  by  thy  art. 

4.  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea,  and  fire  and  wind- 
Show  me  thy  wond'rous  fkill ; 
But  I  review  myfelf,  and  had 
Diviner  wonders  ftill. 
i  Thy  awful  glories  round  me  fhine,. 
My  flefli  proclaims  thy  praife; 
Lord,  to  thy  works  of  naturejoia 
Thy  miracles  of  grace. 
M.5, 


*S6        PSALM    CXXXIX,  CXT~ 

PSALM  139.^.  14,  17,  18.  Third  Part.  C.  Metre. 

The  Mercies  of  God  innumerable. 

An  Evening  Pfalm. 

1  T    O  R  D,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 
I   j     They  fliike  me  with  furprirc  ; 

Xot  all  the  fands  that  fpread  the  fhore, 
To  equal  numbers  rife. 

2  My  flefh  with  fear  and  wonder  ftands, 

Theproduaof  thy  (kill, 
And  hourly  blefTmgs  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 

3  Thefe  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep; 

How  kind,  how  dear  to  me! 
O  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  fleep 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee  ! 
PSALM     140.     Common  Metre. 
1  "PROTECT  us,  Lord,  from  fatal  harm ; 
JL        Behold  our  rifing  woes; 
We  truft  alone  thy  pow'rful  arm, 
To  fcatter  all  our  foes. 
a  Their  tongue  is  like  a  poifon'd  dart, 
Their  thoughts  are  full  of  guile; 
While  rage  and  carnage  fwell  their  heart, 
They  wear  a  peaceful  fmile. 
*  O  God  of  grace,  thy  guardian  care, 
When  foes  without  invade, 
Or  fpread  within  a  deeper  mare, 
Supplies  our  conftant  aid. 
,  Let  wifehood  flee  before  thy  face, 
Thy  heav'nly  truth  extend, 
And  nations  taite  thy  heav'nly  grace, 
And  all  delufion  end. 
B  With  daily  bread  the  poor  fupply, 
d       The  caufe  of  juftice  plead  ; 
And  be  thy  church  exalted  high, 
With  Chrift  the  glorious  head; 


PSALM    CXLI,CXLII.        a*? 

PS  A  LM  14^.  Ver.  2,-5-  Long  Metre. 
Watchfulnefs  and  Brotherly  Love. 
A  Morning  or  Evening  Pfalm. 

Andletmynigbtlywor(hvpnfe 
Sweet  as  the  ev'mng  facrince. 

o  O  may  the  righteous,  when  I  ftray, 
3  ^mTte^d  rep°rove  my  wand'nng  way  I 
The'r  gentle  words  like  ointment  Died, 
ShSl  nlverbruife,  but  cheer  my  head. 
A  When  I  behold  them  preft  with  giiet, 

*  I'll  crv  to  heav'n  for  their  relief ; 
And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
Sow  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love 

PSALM  1 42.  C.  U.-God  is  the  HoPe  of  the  HdpUjs 

*  rx^O  God  I  made  my  forrows  known, 

From  God  1  fought  relief; 
IrTW  complaints  before  his  throne 
1  pour'd  out  all  my  grief. 
a  My  foul  was  overwhelms  with  woes, 
My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  who,  all  my  burden  knows, 
Beholds  the  way  1  take. 
•frOnev'ry  fide,  I  caftmine  eye, 
And  found  my  helpers  gone. 
While  friends  and  (hangers  pall  me  by 
Neglected  or  unknown. 
a  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  cry, 
And  call'd  thy  mercy  near, 
«  Thou  ar  my  portion  when  I  die}. 
«  Be  thou  my;  refuse  here."' 


2S3  PSALM     CXLITL. 

5  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low, 

Now  let  thine  ear  attend, 
And  make  my  foes,  who  vex  me,  know 
I've  an  Almighty  Friend. 

6  From  my  fad  prifon  fet  me  free, 

Then  fhall  I  praife  thy  name, 
And  holy  men  fhall  join  with  me, 
Thy  kindnefs  to  proclaim. 
P  S  A  L  M     143.     Long  Metre. 
Complaint  of  heavy  AffliBions  in  Mind  and  Body. 
l   TV /TY  righteous  judge,  my  gracious  God, 
JVL  Hear  when  I  fpread  my  hands  abroad, 
And  cry  forfuccour  from  thy  throne, 

0  make  thy  truth  and  -mercy  known. 
<*  Let  Judgment  not  againft  me  pafs  : 

Behold  thy  fervant  pleads  thy  grace  : 
Shou'd  jufiice  call  us  to  thy  bar, 
No  man  alive  is  guiltlefs  there. 
.3  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  fee 
The  mighty  woes  that  burthen  me ; 
Down  to  the  dud  my  lire  is  brought, 
Like  one  long  bury'd  and  forgot. 

4  I  dwell  in  darknefs  and  unfeen, 
My  heart  is  defolate  within  : 

My  thoughts  in  mufing  filence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpfe  of  hope 
To  bear  my  finking  fpirits  up; 

1  ftretrh  mv  hands  to  God  again,      _ 
And  third  like  parched  lands  for  rain. 

6  For  thee  I  third,  I  pray,  I  mourn ; 
When  will  thy  fmiling  face  return  t 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove, 
And  God  for  ever  hide  his  love  f 

f  Mv  God,  thy  long  delay  to  fave, 
Will  fink  thy  pris'ner  to  the  grave  ; 
Mv  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye  ; 
Make  haite  to  help  before  I  die. 


PSALM    CXLIV.  2-89 

%  The  night  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
Diftrfffing  pains,  diftrefling  fears; 

0  might!  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  weary  pow'rs  rejoice  1 

q  In  thee  I  truft,  to  thee  1  figh 

And  lift  my  weary  foul  on  high  ; 

For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  day, 

And  wear  the  tirefome  hours  away. 
10  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  fhow, 

The  paths  in  which  my  feet  fhould  go  : 

If  fnares  and  foes  befet  the  r  sad, 

1  flee  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 
rl  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 

And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hills 
Let  the  good  Spirit  of  thy  love 
Conduft  me  to  thy  courts  above. 
*l2  Then  fhall  my  foul  no  more  complain, 
The  tempter  then  fhall  rage  in  vain ; 
And  flefh  that  was  my  foe  before, 
Shall  never  vex  my  fpirit  more. 

PSALM  144.  Part  I.  Ver.  1,  2.  Com.  Metre, 
AJJif.ance  and  ViBory  inthefpiritual  Warfare. 

1   T?Or  ever-blefled  be  the  Lord, 
J?      My  Saviour  and  rav  fhield  ; 
He  fends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 
To  arm  me  for  the  field, 
a  When  fin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
He  makes  my  foul  his  care ; 
Inftructs  me  in  the  heav'nly  fight. 
And  guards  me  thro'  the  war. 
3  A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine 
My  fainting  hopes  fhall  raife ; 
He  makes  the  glorious  vicVry  mine, 
And  his  fhall  be  the  praife. 


*9o  P  S  A  I.  M    CXLIV,  CXLV. 
PSALM     144.  Part  II.  C.  M.  Ver.  3,  4,  5,  g 

The  Vanity  of  Man,  and  the  Condefcenjion  of  God. 
1    T    ORD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 
JL-i     Born  of  the  earth  at  firft? 
His  life  a  fhadow,  light  and  vain, 
Still  haft'ning  to  the  duft. 
a  O  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 
Or  all  his unful  race, 
That  God  fhould  make  it  his  concern 
To  vifk  him  with  grace ! 
3  That  God  who  darts  his  lightnings  down, 
"Who  fhak.es  the  worlds  above, 
What  terrors  wait  his  awful  frown  ! 
How  wond'rous  is  his  love! 

PSALM  14.4.  Part  III.  L.  M.  Ver.  ia— 15. 
Grace  above  Riches ;  or,  the  happy  Nation, 

1  TT  APPY  the  city,  where  their  fons 
JLJL  Like  pillars  round  a  palace  fet, 
And  daughters  bright  a&  polifh'd  Hones 
Give  ftrength  and  beauty  to  the  Hate. 

3  Happy  the  land  in  culture  drefs'd, 

Whole  flocks  and  corn  have  large  increafe;. 
Where  men  fecurely  work  or  reft, 
Nor  Ions  of  plunder  break  their  peace. 

3  Happy  the  nation  thus  endow'd, 
But  more  divinely  bleft  are  thofe, 
On  whom  the  all-fufficient  God 
Himlelf  with  all  his  grace  beftows. 

PSALM     145.    Long  Metre. 
The  Greatr.efs  of  God. 
I  IV /TY  God,  my  King,  thy  vatious  praifs 
lVt   Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
Thy  gra^e  employ  my  humble  tongu* 
Till  death  and  glory  raife  the  fong. 


PSALM    CXLV.  tjt 

2  The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  fhall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear ; 
Andev'ry  Getting  fun  fhall  fee 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  jufticc  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thy  bounty  flows  an  endlefs  ftream; 
Thy  mercy  fwift,  thine  anger  flow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  fiubborn  foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  fov'reign  glory  fhine, 
And  fpeak  thy  Majefty  divine;    _ 

Let  ev'ry  realm  with  joy  proclaim 

The  found  and  honour  of  thy  name, 
r  Let  diftant  times  and  nations  raife 

The  long  fucceffion  of  thy  praife; 

And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong 

The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 
6  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wond'rous  deeds, 

Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds; 

Vaftand  unfearchable  thy  ways! 

Vaft  and  immortal  be  thy  praife  ! 

PSALM   145.  Ver-  *-?'  ^-'3'  ParL  L"C*  M> 

The  Greatnefs  of  God. 
1   T    O  N  G  as  I  live  I'll  blefs  thy  name, 
1  j     My  King,  my  God  of  love; 
My  work  and  joy  fhall  be  the  fame, 
In  the  bright  world  above. 
a  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  unknown, 
And  let  his  praife  be  great ; 
I'll  fmg  the  honours  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 
•  Thy  grace  fhall  dwell  upon  my  tongue; 
3       And  while  my  lips  rejoice. 
The  men  that  hear  my  facrcd  fong 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 
a  Fathers  to  Tons  fhall  teach  thv  name, 
And  children  learn  thy  wavs; 
Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  nations  found  thy  prate. 


39s  PSALM    CXLV. 

5  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 

Shall  through  the  world  be  known  ; 
Thine  arm  of  pow'r,  thy  heav'nly  ftate 
With  public  fplendour  Ihown. 

6  The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands, 

Thy  faints  are  rul'd  by  love ; 

And  thine  eternal  kingdom  (lands, 

Tho'  rocks  and  hills  remove. 

PSALM     H5-     Pa*  H.  C.  M.  Ver.  7,  &c 

The  Goodnefs  of  God. 
%  QWEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
O  My  God,  my  heav'nly  King; 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteoufnefs 
In  iounds  of  glory  fing, 
1  God  reigns  on  high,  bat  ne'er  confine* 
His  goodnefs  to  the  fkies; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  fhinca, 
And  ev'ry  want  fupplies. 
3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 
On  thee  tor  daily  rood, 
Thylib'ral  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 
4.  How  kind  are  thy  compaffions,  Lord  !; 
How  flow  thine  anger  moves! 
But  foon  he  fends  his  pard'ning  word 
To  cheer  the  fouls  he  loves. 
e  Creatures  with  all  their  endlefs  race 
Thy  pow'r  and  praife  proclaim  ; 
But  faints  thattafle  thy  richer  grace 
Delight  toblefs  thy  name. 

ISALM  145.  Ver.   14,  17,  &c.  Part.  III.  C.  W 

Mercy  to  Sufferers  ;  or,  God  hearing  Pi ayer, 
1  T    E  T  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak, 
ft  a  Thou  fov'reign  Lord  of  all ; 
Thy  flrength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
A*d  raife  the  poor  that  fall. 


PSALM    CXLVI.  293 

5  When  forrow  bows  the  fpirit  down, 
Or  virtue  lies  diftreft 
Beneath  Come  proud  oppreffor's  frown, 
Thougiv'ft  the  mourners  reft. 
*  The  Lord  fupports  our  finking  days, 
And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 
Holy  and  juft  are  all  his  ways, 
And  ali  his  words  are  truth. 
4  He  knows  the  pain  his  fervants  feel, 
He  hears  his  children  cry; 
And  their  beft  wifhes  to  fulfil, 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 
c  His  mercy  never  (hall  remove 
From  men  of  heart  fincere ; 
He  faves  the  fouls,  whofc  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 
6  fHisftubborn  foes  his  fword  (hall  flay, 
And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain ; 
But  none  that  ferve  the  Lord  ft)  all  jay, 
«  They  fought  his  aid  in  vain.  J 
~  TMy  Uos  (hall  dwell  upon  his  praife, 
J        Andforead  his  fame  abroad  ; 
Let  all  the  fons  of  Adam  raife 
The  honours  of  their  God.] 

PSALM     146.    Long  Metre.     . 
Praife  to  God  for  his  Gpodnejj  and  Truth.     _  _ 
A   T) R  A  I S  E  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  fhall  jom 
JL     In  work  fo  pleafant,  fo  divine; 
Now  while  the  flefh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  mv  foul  afcends  to  God, 
a  Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobleft  pow'rs, 
While  immortalitv  endures; 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  part, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  la  ft. 
3  Why  (hould  I  make  a  man  my  truft? 
Princes  null  die  and  turn  to  dufl ; 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  po%  r, 
And  thoughts  all  vanifh  in  an  hour. 


a94  PSALM     CXLVI. 

4  Happv  the  man,  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  If'ral's  God  :  He  made  the  iky, 
And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train, 
And  none  fhall  find  his  promife  vain. 

5  His  truth  forrver  (lands  fecure  ; 

He  faves  th'  oppretl,  he  feeds  the  poor ; 
He  fends  the  lab'ring  confeience  peace, 
And  grants  the  pris'ner  fwtet  releafe. 

6  The  Lord  to  fight  refiores  the  blind; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  ; 
He  helps  the  It  ranger  in  diflrcfs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatheriefs. 

7  He  loves  the  faints,  he  knows  them  well; 
But  turns  the  wicktd  down  to  hell; 
Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  ; 
Prailehim  in  everlaftiog  firains. 

PSALM     146.     As  the  113th  Pfalna, 
Praift  to  God  for  his  Goodncjs  and  Truth. 
i    I'LL  praiie  my  Maker  with  my  breath, 
X    And  when  my  voice  is  loll  in  death, 

PraiUfe  fhall  employ  my  nobler  pow'is : 
M\  da\s  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  bepaft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  lair, 

Or  immortality  endures, 
a  Why  fhould  1  make  a  man  my  truft? 
Princes  mult  die  and  turn  to  dull ; 

Vain  is  the  help  ol  flefh  and  blood; 
Theii  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow'r, 
And  thoughts  all  vanifh  in  an  lour, 

Nor  can  they  make  their  piomilegcod. 
3  Happy  the  mat),  v,  hole  hopes  rely 
On  Ilia'i's  God  :   He  made  the  iky, 

And  taiih.  and  lea*,  with  all  tiitir  train; 
His  '  ruih  forever  Hands  fccuic  ; 
He  la\ts  in'  opprerft,  he  feedsthe  poor, 

And  none  IhajJ  hud  bis  pruimie  vain. 


PSALM    CXLVII.  *9$ 

4  The  Lord  hath  eves  to  give  the  blind; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  nrindj 

He  fends  the  lab'rin-  ci  nfcience  peace  : 
He  helps  the  fiianger  in  diP.refs, 
The  widow  and  the  fa. herhs, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 

5  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well : 
But  turrs  the  wicked  dcwntchell; 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  everreigns: 
Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage; 

Praife  him  in  everlafting  (trains. 

6  I'll  praife  him  while  he. lends  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  ftiall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  pair, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 
Or  immortality  endures. 
PSALM     147.     FirJIPart.     Long  Metre. 
The  Divine  Nature,  Providence  and  Grace. 
ilSE  yetheLard;  'tis  good  toraife 
,  ur  hearts  and  "voices  in  his  praile  ; 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 
The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufalem, 
And  gathers  naiions  to  his  name  : 
His  mercy  melts  the  ft-ibborn  foul, 
And  makes  the  broken  fpirit  whole. 
I  Hefoim'dthe  fiais,  thofe  heav'nK  flam«, 
'  He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  tljeii  r?mes, 
His  fov'relgn  witdom  knows  do  boaod, 
A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drawn  d. 
t  Great  is  the  Lord,  and  great  his  might; 
And  all  his  glories  infinite  :  , 

He  crowns -he*  meek,  rewards  the  juit, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  dull. 


PRAIS 
Our 


*S5  PSALM    CXLVII. 

Pause. 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 
Who  fpreads  his  clouds  around  the  iky; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend  in  vain. 

6  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  the  fmiling  fields  with  corn; 
The  beads  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  feeds  the  ravens  when  they  cry. 

y  What  is  the  creature's  fkill  or  force, 
The  vig'rous  man,  the  warlike  horfe, 
The  fprightly  wit,  the  a&ive  limb  ? 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

8  But  fain'sare  lovely  in  his  fight; 
He  views  his  children  with  delight? 
He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  finds  and  loves  his  image  there. 

PSALM     147 .     Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Summer  and  Winter. 

1    T    E  T  Zion  praife  the  mighty  God, 

JLj    And  make  his  honours  known  abroad; 
For  fweet  the  joy,  our  fongs  to  raife, 
And  glorious  is  the  work  of  praife. 

S  Our  children  live  fecure  and  bleft; 
Our  Chores  have  peace,  our  cities  reft; 
He  feeds  our  fons  with  fined  wheat, 
And  adds  his  bleffings  to  their  meat. 

*  The  changing  feafons  he  ordains, 
The  early  and  the  latter  rains; 
His  flakes  of  fnow  like  wool  he  fends, 
And  thus  the  fpringing  corn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  froft  he  flrews  the  ground; 
His  hail  defcends  with  dreadful  found; 
His  icy  bands  the  rivers  hold, 
And  terror  arms  his  wintry  cold. 


PSALM     CXLVII.  m 

,  He  bids  the  warmer  breezes  blow, 

Thcicediffolves,  the  waters  flow, 

But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways 

To  call  his  people  to  his  praiie. 
J  Thro'  all  our  realm  his  laws  are  mown  f 

His  gofpel  thro'  the  nation  known  ; 

Se  hath  not  thus  reveal'd  his  word 

Toev'ryland:  Praife  ye  the  Lora. 

PSALM    147-    ^.7-9.  >3">8.  C.  Metre. 
The  Seafons  of  the  Year. 

WITH  fongs  and  honour  founding  loud,. 
Addrefs  the  Lord  on  high; 
Over  theheav'ns  he  fpreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  fky. 
2  He  fends  his  fhow'rs  of  bleffingi  down 
To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 
He  makes  the  grafs  the  mountains  crowr* 
And  corn  in  valleys  grow, 
o  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 
He  hears  the  ravens  cry  ; 
But  man  who  tatles  his  fineft  wheat- 
Should  raife  his  honours  high. 
4  His  fteady  counfels  change  the  face 
Of  the  declining  year; 
He  bids  the  fun  cut  fhort  h:s  race> 
And  wint'ry  days-appear- 
K  His  hoary  froft,  his  fleecy  fnow, 
Deff  end  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 
The  liquid  ftreams  foibcar  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 
6  When  from  his  dreadful  ftores  on  high. 
He  pours  the  founding  hail, 
The  wretch  that  dares  h's  God  dely 
Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 
,  He  fends  his  word  and  melts  the  fnow, 
The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow,. 
And  bids  the  fpring  return. 


49S  PSALM    CXLVIII. 

8  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 
Obey  his  mighty  word  : 
With  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud, 
Praife  ye  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM     148.     Proper  Metre. 
Ptaife  to  God  from  all  Creatures. 
x   "VTE  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

X     With  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praife. 
Ye  holy  throng, 
Of  angels  bright 
In  worlds  of  light 
Begin  the  fong. 
1  Thou  fun  with  dazzling  rays, 
And  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife, 
With  ftars  of  twinkling  light. 
His  pow'r  declare, 
Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly 
In  empty  air. 

3  The  fhining  worlds  above 
In  glorious  order  ftand, 
Or  in  fwift  courfes  move, 
By  his  fupreme  command. 

He  fpake  the  word, 
And  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came 
To  praife  the  Lord. 

4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheel* 
In  unknown  ages  paft, 

And  each  his  word  fulfils, 
While  time  and  nature  lath 

In  difP rent  ways 

His  works  proclaim 

His  wond'rous  name, 

And  fpeak  his  praife. 


PSALM    CXLVIII.  4** 

Pause. 

I  Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 
And  monfters  of  the  deep, 
The  nfh  that  cleaves  the  leas, 
Or  in  their  bofomfleep; 

From  fei  to  fhore 

Their  tribute  pay, 

And  ftill  difplay 

Their  Makei's  pow'r. 

5  Ye  vapours,  hail,  and  (now, 
Praife  ye  th'  Almighty  Lord, 
And  ftormy  winds  that  blow 
To  execute  his  word. 
When  lightnings  fhuie 
Or  thunders  roar, 
Let  earth  adore 
His  hand  divine. 
*  Ye  mountains  near  the  ikies, 
With  lofty  cedars  there, 
And  trees  of  humbler  Gzc 
That  fruit  in  plenty  bear  : 
Beafts  wild  and  tame, 
Birds,  flies  and  worms, 
In  various  forms 
Exalt  his  name. 
8  Ye  kings  and  judges,  fear 
The  Lord  the  fov'reign  King; 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  heav'nly  honours  fing : 
Nor  let  the  dream 
Of  pow'r  and  ftate 
Make  you  for  get 
His  pow'r  fupreme. 
q  Virgins  and  youths  engage 
To  found  his  praif-  divine, 
While  infancy  and  age 
Their  feeble  voices  join  : 


3oo  PSALM    CXLVIIL 

Wide  as  he  reigns 
His  name  be  fung 
By  ev'ry  tongue 
Inendlefs  (trains, 
to  Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The.  God  that  rules  above; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 
And  makes  them  tafte  his  love ;. 
While  earth  and  fky 
Attempt  his  praife, 
His  faints  (hall  raife. 
His  honours  high. 
PSALM     148.     Paraphraftd.      Long  Metre. 
Univerfal  Praife  to  God. 

1  T    OUD   Hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

\  j  From  diftant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell;. 

Let  heav'n  begin  thefolemn  word, 

And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

Note,  This   Pfalm  may  be  Jung  to  the  Tune  of  the  old 

with  or  Myth  Pfj/m,  ij  theje  two  Lines  be  added 

to  every  Stanza  (viz.) 

Each  of  his  works  his  name  difplays, 
But  they  can  ne'er  complete  the  praife. 

[Otkervoife  it  muflbefung  to  the  ufual  Tunei 
of  the  Long  Metre. 
a  The  Lord,  how  abfolute  he  reigns, 
Let  ev'ry  angel  bend  the  knee  ; 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heav'n-ly  drains, 
And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

2  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 
An  awlul  throne  of  finning bli fs  : 
Fly  thro' the  world,  O  fun,  and  tell, 
How  dark  thy  beams  compar'd  to  his. 

4  Awake  ye  ttmpefts  and  hisfame, 
In  founds  of  dreadful  praife  drc!rr>  ; 
Let  the  fwcet  whifper  of  his  name 
Fill  ev'iy  geatler  breeze  of  ais. 


PSALM    CXLVIII.  3cn 

$  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree 

To  join  their  praife  with  blazing  fire; 

Let  the  firm  earth  and  rolling  fea 

In  this  eternal  fong  confpire. 
I  $  Ye  flow'ry  plains  proclaim  his  (kill ; 

Ye  vallies  fink  before  his  eye; 

And  let -his  praife  from  ev'ry  hill 

Rife  tuneful  to  the  neighb'ring  iky. 
7  Ye  ftubborn  oaks,  and  ftately  pines, 

Bend  your  high  branches  and  adore:  _ 

Praife  him,  ye  beafts,  in  different  ftrainsj 

The  lamb  mufi  bleat,  the  Hon  roar. 
1 8  Ye  birds,  his  praife  muft  be  your  theme, 

Who  form'd  to  fong  your  tuneful  voice; 

I      While  the  dumb  fifh  that  cut  the  ftream 
In  his  prote&ing  care  rejoice. 
[  9  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue, 

When  nature  all  around  you  fings? 

Oh  for  a  fhout  from  old  and  young. 

From  humble  fwains  and  lofty  kings! 
10  Wide  as  his  vaft  dominion  lies* 

Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known  ; 

Loud  as  his  thunder  fhout  his  praife, 
I     And  found  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 
li  Jehovah  !  'tis  a  glorious  word! 

Oh  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue ! 

But  faints  who  belt  have  known  the  Lord, 

Are  bound  to  raife  the  nobleft  fong. 
12  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord  : 

from  all  below,  and  all  above, 

Sing  Hallelujah's  to  the  Lord. 

PSALM  148.  Short   Metre Univerfal   Praife'. 

ET  ev'ry  creature  join 


L' 


Ye  hea"''nly  hoft  the  fong  begin, 
And  found  his  name  abroad. 
N 


3o2,  PSALM    CXLVIII. 

a  Thou  fun  with  golden  beams, 
And  moon  with  paler  rays, 
Ye  ftarry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife. 
o  He  built  thofe  worlds  above, 

And  fix'd  their  wond'rous  frame  ; 
By  his  command  they  (land  or  move, 
And  ever  fpeak  his  name. 
4  Ye  vapours,  when  ye  rife, 
Or  fall  in  fhow'rs  or  fnow, 
Ye  thunders  mutm'ring  round  the  fkies, 
His  pow'rand  glory  fhow. 
r  Wiftd,  hail,  and  flafhing  fire, 
°       Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 

When  ye  in  dreadful  dorms  confpire 
To  execute  his  word. 
6  By  all  his  works  above 

His  honours  be  expreft  ; 
But  faints  that  taftehis  faving  love 
Should  fing  his  praifes  beft. 

Pause     Firft. 

•j  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 

They  owe  their  Maker  praife : 
Praife  him,  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below, 
And  monfters  of  the  feas. 

8  From  mountains  near  the  fky, 

Let  his  high  praife  refound, 
From  humble  fhrubs  and  cedars  high, 
And  vales  and  fields  around. 

9  Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

And  tamer  beaftsthat  graze, 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food, 
And  he  expetts  your  praife. 

10  Ye  birds  of  lofty  wing, 

On  high  his  praifes  bear ; 
Or  fit  on  flow'ry  boughs  and  fing 
Your  Maker's  glory  there. 


PSALM    CXLIX.  3o3 


1  Ye  reptile  myriads  join, 
T*  exalt  his  glorious  name, 
And  flies  in  beaut'ous  forms  that  Ihiae, 
His  wond'rous  (kill  proclaim. 
12  By  all  the  earth-born  race, 
His  honours  be  exprefs'd, 
But  faints  that  know  his  heav  nly  grace, 
Should  learn  to  praifc  him  belt. 
Pause     Second. 
jo  Monarchsof  wide  command, 
Praife  ye  th'  eternal  King  ; 
Tudges,  adore  that  fov'reign  hand, 

J   Whence  all  your  honours  fprmg. 
14  Let  vig'rous  youth  engage 
To  found  his  praifes  high . 
While  growing  babes  and  witting  age, 
Their  feebler  voices  try. 
tc  United  zeal  be  fhown 
0     His  wond'rous  fame  to  raife , 
God  is  the  Lord;  hi«  name  alo»e 
Deferves  our  endlefs  prai.e. 
j  6  Let  nature  join  with  art, 

And  all  pronounce  him  bleu  , 
Bufflints  that  dwell  fo  near  hls  heart 

Should  fmg  his  praifes  belt. 
PSALM     149-    Common  Metre. 
TraifeGod,  all  his  Saints^,  the  Stints  judging  the 

AL  L  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
And  let  your  fongs  be  new; 
Amidftthc  church  with  cheerful  voice 

His  later  wonders  fhow. 
The  lews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 

Shall  their  Redeemei  flog; 
And  Gentilenationsioin  th?  praile, 
While  Zion  owns  bet  King. 
N  2 


•A1 


504  PSALM     CL. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleafure  in  the  juft; 

Whom  Tinners  treat  with  fcorn ; 
The  meek  that  lies  defpis'd  in  dull 
Salvation  lhall  adcrn. 

4  Saints  mould  be  joyful  in  their  king, 

E'en  on  a  dying  bed  ; 
And  like  the  fouls  in  glory  fing, 
For  God  fhall  raife  the  dead. 

5  Then  his  high  praife  fhall  fill  their  tongues, 

Their  hand  fhall  wield  the  fword  ; 
And  veng'ance  fhall  attend  their  fongs, 
The  veng'ance  of  the  Lord. 

6  When  Chrift  his  judgment-feat  afcends, 

And  bids  the  world  appear, 
Thrones  are  prepar'd  for  all  his  friend* 
Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here. 

7  Then  fhall  they  rule  with  iron-rod 

Nations  that  dar'd  rebel; 
And  join  thefentence  of  their  God, 
On  tyrants  doom'd  to  hell. 

8  The  royal  finncrs,  bound  in  chains, 

New  triumph  fhall  afford  : 
Such  honour  for  the  faints  remains ; 
Praife  ye  and  love  the  Lord. 

PSALM     150.    Ver.     1 ,  2 ,  6.  Common  Metre. 

A  Song  of  Praife. 

1  |N  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  prajfe, 
J.   His  grace  he  there  reveals ; 

To  heav'n  your  joy  and  wonder  raife, 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

2  Let  all  your  fac-ed  pafiions  move, 

While  you  rehcarfe  his  deeds; 
But  the  great  woik  of  laving  love 
Your  higheit  praile  exceeds* 


DOXOLOGIES.  305 

o  All  that  have  motion,  life  and  breath, 
6       Proclaim  your  Maker  bleft  ; 

yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
My  foul  fhall  praife  him  belt. 

^CHRISTIAN    DOXOLOGY. 

Long  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit  three  in  one, 
Be  honour,  praife,  and  glory  giv  a 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav  n. 
Common  Metre. 
1  T  E  T  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

*-*  And  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 

Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 
Common  Metre,  where  the  Tune  includes  two  Stanzas. 

1  »T^H  E  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 

Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
And  new-creating  breath. 

%  To  praife  the  Fathei  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  one  in  three,  and  three  in  one, 
Let  Saints  and  angels  join. 

Short  Metre. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  faints  that  dwell  below, 
Worfhip  the  Father,  praile  the  Son, 
And  bleis  the  Spirit  tcjo, 


N 


DOXOLOGIES. 
As  the  113/A  PJala* 

O  W  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 


The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be 

Eternal  praife  and  glory  giv'n, 
Thro'  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  (he  angels  near  the  throne, 

.And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  heav'n. 

As  the  1 48M  Pfalm. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raife; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife: 
With  all  our  pow'rs, 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  fing, 
"While  faith  adores. 


T    I    N    I    Si 


I 


MP 


